Lie4
I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe
You callin now, yea bitch you know me
You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch
I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
I ain't never had shit
Zilch zero nothing
Now that a nigga got something
Yea bitch I'm stunting
Look at all this moneys
Hundreds and these fiftys
Eating at the Whitney
Now yo bitch wanna come with me
Cause we 'bout to go to the mall
Tonight we popping bottles
My baby momma a hoodrat
But now I got me a model
And she wanna swallow drink it all up
Straight to the neck from the bottle, bitch cause she don't need a cup
And she bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm
Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn
Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds
Naw nigga I'm just lying my nigga I be fronting
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe
You callin now, yea bitch you know me
You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch
I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for
I'm a blow it all now muthafuck a later
'Bout to got me a mink
Diamond encrusted gators
Car with a TV in it, maid and a butler too
So what nigga this rented right gone have to do
And I'm gonna take it all with me when I'm gone bitch it's gone to
Who cares when the kids get grown
They better figure out what they gone do
Cause right now nigga I got it
Nigga what about you
Broke ass niggas worth nothing
I can buy ya'll in twos
Cause a long time ago (Nigga)
Nigga, I was just like you (Nigga)
Cause we ain't 'bout the past (Nigga)
It's about right now my dude (My dude)
Cause normally I be broke (Be broke)
But right now I got cash (Cash)
Nah, nigga I'm lyin (I'm lyin'), you know that I be frontin
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
You callin now, yea bitch you know me
You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch
I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)
I ain't never had shit
Zilch zero nothing
Now that a nigga got something
Yea bitch I'm stunting
Look at all this moneys
Hundreds and these fiftys
Eating at the Whitney
Now yo bitch wanna come with me
Cause we 'bout to go to the mall
Tonight we popping bottles
My baby momma a hoodrat
But now I got me a model
And she wanna swallow drink it all up
Straight to the neck from the bottle, bitch cause she don't need a cup
And she bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm
Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn
Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds
Naw nigga I'm just lying my nigga I be fronting
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe
You callin now, yea bitch you know me
You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch
I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for
I'm a blow it all now muthafuck a later
'Bout to got me a mink
Diamond encrusted gators
Car with a TV in it, maid and a butler too
So what nigga this rented right gone have to do
And I'm gonna take it all with me when I'm gone bitch it's gone to
Who cares when the kids get grown
They better figure out what they gone do
Cause right now nigga I got it
Nigga what about you
Broke ass niggas worth nothing
I can buy ya'll in twos
Cause a long time ago (Nigga)
Nigga, I was just like you (Nigga)
Cause we ain't 'bout the past (Nigga)
It's about right now my dude (My dude)
Cause normally I be broke (Be broke)
But right now I got cash (Cash)
Nah, nigga I'm lyin (I'm lyin'), you know that I be frontin
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
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Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Skylar Tait
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