Lie to Me - French Montana, Chinx, Flip

Ayo nigga, ayo Fraud

These niggas always gon' be financially frustrated

Till you start making music like this nigga

You niggas ain’t got no money, nigga

Cause you niggas always got time

Nigga I got money nigga

I ain’t got time for you niggas

Holla!

That shit is all game

You ain’t gotta lie to me, I don’t trust no ho

Man you niggas is lame

Why you tryna fuck with me

What you niggas homo?

I wake up with your mom

She on E, is your bro

I got what you need

Man you niggas is plain

You ain’t gotta lie to me, they don’t want you no mo

You niggas piercin' yo nipples on the angel dust

They say if money ain’t change you, you ain’t make enough

Born a hustle, rap game new thing to me

You niggas ain’t even a quarter what you claim to be

On my way to the money I don’t hear a whisper

You niggas flies on me, I ain’t got the time homie

You drive expeditions, you need recognition

You want the whole world to stop and hear you rap and listen

You want to be 50, you want to be Hov

You try come up overnight but you niggas broke

White V’s, white T, white bitch slurpin'

Them Coke Boys niggas working

Look, when you lookin' at the city from the top, that shit is beautiful

It feels good this message is so musical

Never hood-bound, I get around like a hula-hoop

Top down, riding 'round, that’s the usual

These lil niggas all in my space

I would put my hands on 'em but that ain’t my taste

This motivation is money, my days wasn’t sunny

Niggas still movin' deep, charge 50 for the bunny

This cocaine all in my city, might catch 'em ridin' 'round with a bad ass bitty

To get flyer you gon' need more than a set of wings

More fucking problems, that’s where the shit is lame

I don’t what it is or why niggas do the things they do

Like we ain’t been settin' fire to booths, my whole team is the truth

I advise you to get in a loop

Get outta line or trust these Coke Boys to do what they do

Who woulda knew that we’d be the savior of the city, if not

The whole new Jeanie then the Bronx gotta feel me

Firin' till they kill me, it’s hard to put 'em out

Extinguisher is the works of alarms ringing out

Water done dried up, but I got juice if you need it

That ass wipe nuts so wanna woof, believe me nigga

I’m who they believe in, nigga

I’m driving a Maybach and Beamers, nigga