No Lie

Frail faces showing signs of rejection, you broads stressin
I guess I'm still Da Baddest yeah that's what I'm guessin (uh)
Pineapple Ciroc a double shot of White
I gotta bag full of money that'll change up your life
Fort Knox in the basement gold bars forever
Lyrics turn to bars they'll remember me forever (yeah)
Short change is what I call them broads
I got acres in my crib but these shows on my lawn (uh)
Red eye flights Miami here I come
I only fornicate with bread cuz that money make me cum
See that villa out in Cali mansion on a mountain
I slide this pussy on him call it slidin down a mountain (uh)
Pussy whipped but all I see is the crown, stiletto Louboutins Hermès gown
You bum bitches don't even make a sound cuz when my flight touch ground I shut your whole city down

(You) You hoes wanted to rap I wanted to shop
So I sat in the trap and I cooked up the blocks
Made the blocks squares now I'm pushin the yacht
To a mansion with spiral stairs to a Palm Beach out in Laud (yeah)
(Huh) I got a whole lotta everything, never married but a whole lotta wedding rings
From rappers and ball players that smelled the g-string
Groupie niggas who I turned household names
Street bitch an I been bout money, if I had to be honest I don't need this rap money
Cuz the pussy gonna sell more than rap show money
Fuck I need a pimp fo CEOing my money (preach)
(Yeah) And you a rap bitch dummy, an a little dick nigga can't do nothing for me
And I still don't know nann bitch who can come for me
These bum ass bitches Kevin Hart mad funny...

No lie...

I'm the shit don't push me I get ruthless, stash burner on deck where the coupe is
I ain't hard to find you hoes can come and meet me, I'm always in the press I am Hip-Hop Weekly
(Mid-Mid) Middle finger blowing smoke to the Paps, a couple mill you get a photo of my crouch
No panties, no sweat and it's wet, me and you no phones fuckin on a closed set

No lie...