French Montana - Lie to Me (feat. Chinx Drugz and Flip) Lyrics

Ayo nigga, ayo FraudThese niggas always gon' be financially frustratedTill you start making music like this niggaYou niggas ain't got no money, niggaCause you niggas always got timeNigga I got money niggaI ain't got time for you niggasHolla!That shit is all gameYou ain't gotta lie to me, I don't trust no hoMan you niggas is lameWhy you tryna fuck with meWhat you niggas homo?I wake up with your momShe on E, is your broI got what you needMan you niggas is plainYou ain't gotta lie to me, they don't want you no moYou niggas piercin' yo nipples on the angel dustThey say if money ain't change you, you ain't make enoughBorn a hustle, rap game new thing to meYou niggas ain't even a quarter what you claim to beOn my way to the money I don't hear a whisperYou niggas flies on me, I ain't got the time homieYou drive expeditions, you need recognitionYou want the whole world to stop and hear you rap and listenYou want to be 50, you want to be HovYou try come up overnight but you niggas brokeWhite V's, white T, white bitch slurpin'Them Coke Boys niggas workingLook, when you lookin' at the city from the top, that shit is beautifulIt feels good this message is so musicalNever hood-bound, I get around like a hula-hoopTop down, riding 'round, that's the usualThese lil niggas all in my spaceI would put my hands on 'em but that ain't my tasteThis motivation is money, my days wasn't sunnyNiggas still movin' deep, charge 50 for the bunnyThis cocaine all in my city, might catch 'em ridin' 'round with a bad ass bittyTo get flyer you gon' need more than a set of wingsMore fucking problems, that's where the shit is lameI don't what it is or why niggas do the things they doLike we ain't been settin' fire to booths, my whole team is the truthI advise you to get in a loopGet outta line or trust these Coke Boys to do what they doWho woulda knew that we'd be the savior of the city, if notThe whole new Jeanie then the Bronx gotta feel meFirin' till they kill me, it's hard to put 'em outExtinguisher is the works of alarms ringing outWater done dried up, but I got juice if you need itThat ass wipe nuts so wanna woof, believe me niggaI'm who they believe in, niggaI'm driving a Maybach and Beamers, nigga