Trev Rich - Lie a Lot

B*tches lie a lot.
Except when they tell me that I be fly a lot.
F*ck niggas just can’t take it no more.
Niggas ain’t fly they just get dressed so they ain’t naked no more.
Bouta raise up the score.
All this Dior look like I raided the store.
I’m tryna make it home or make it to Forbes.
Bitches wantin’ strings attached I know they feeling the boy.
But I ain’t had that since the umbilical cord.
Pull up on em f*ck the roof, the coup, the coup is on fire.
Hit the button push to start, another button see the sky.
VVS full of water, b*tches thirsty for a try.
Do my dirt all by lonely.
No witness no alibi.
B*tch so bad, even if she woo’ I had to try.
Niggas talking, even if it’s true I had to lie.
I be walking, circles round niggaI don’t advise.
Any niggas doing business like b*tches aint’t one of mine.
Went from paper plates to paper tags to custom tags.
Now it’s custom bags.
Nigga I’m on yall ass.
B*tches wanna layup, I’m beating it off the glass.
Now y’all gotta pay up,
I got the blues but i ain’t sad.
Ay name a 10 in the city that i ain’t bag.
Now outta them name one of with a bag.
Now outta them name one of with some ass but you can’t nigga,
Cause I’m Big bank hank nigga.

Ay B*tches lie a lot.
Except when they tell me that i be fly bc a lot.
F*ck niggas just can’t take it no more.
Niggas ain’t fly they just get dressed so they ain’t naked no more.
All these niggas tryna clout chase, por qué.
Say they up b*tch what that score say?
I don’t give a f*ck what that whore say.
All they really want is cash app four play anyway.

We the kings of the jungle that’s all I’m tryna say
You gettin’ you movie clips you come up to this lions gate.
They say you turned on em, just so they could hype the hate.
Knowing that they turned first like they had the right away.
F*ck Em.

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