Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (Young Money)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (ay, all I see is numbers)
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie (16, 16, 5, 17, 18)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (yo, we need the money machine for this one)
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie

Ay, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me
I be sippin' on Patron when I'm jumpin' out Ferrari's
I be rockin' Gucci sometime Louis, I'm retarded
And the rims by Asanti, but the shades by Bulgari
Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money
Plus if my mind on dine, he ain't takin' nothing from me
Hand ain't on his choppa tool
Hand ain't on his choppa tool
Hand ain't on a hundred round 'cause that's how much the choppa shoot
Ballin' is my hobby, countin' hundreds, goin' shoppin'
And a five star with me and I met her in the lobby
Took her to the room, she hit me with that line
Say she ain't that type of girl, so I told her stop lyin'

Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (ay, this your boy Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (Young Money, yeah)
Numbers don't lie

Okay, I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die
If numbers don't lie, G5 over sky
I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried
But I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired
Tired of these niggas and tired of these bitches
And shit, let 'em lie as long as they ain't snitching, haha
And men lie about women
And shit, women lie about plenty, huh (women lie, men lie)
And they ain't lying on me, I'm in the bed with two fine bitches lying on me
So that would make three and numbers don't lie
And money don't lie
And neither do I, bitch

Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie

I'm tryna count to a billion, my bitch Brazilian
Hop in that Lamb', push the button, lose the ceiling
Sun out, no rain drops, postin' the same spot
Right here in North, North Memphis where I came from
Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit
That the streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check
Ain't no secret in the streets, niggas know I got next
Got the swagger through the roof, I was born just to flex
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
In my ten 'til six with my 305 paint
I got my 3-5-7 and my 501's
In a Lear 55 with my Air Force One's (no lie)

Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (ay, this your boy Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Say what you want but the numbers don't lie