[Chorus]
Women Lie Men Lie
Women Lie Men Lie
Women Lie Men Lie
Numbers don't lie!
(x 6)

[Yo Gotti]
Ay step up in the party and them bad b-tches be on me
I be sippin' on Patrone when Im jumpin' out ferrari's
i be rocking Gucci sometimes Louie Im retarded
.... and the shades by Bacaray
hatin on my drop I got my mind on my money
Milan on... taking nothing from me
hated on these ... hated on these....

ballin is my hobby damn homie going shoppin'
got 5 star with me and .... in the lobby
took her to the room she hit me with that line
she aint that type of girl so I told her stop lying

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Young money yeah ok
I aint gotta lie cross my heart hope to die
the numbers don't lie G-5 ...
I f-cked her p-ssy good make her cry if I tried
I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired
tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches
sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching
and men lie about women
and sh-t women lie about plenty
...lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me
so that would make 3 and numbers don't lie
and money don't lie
and neither do I
B-tch!

[Chorus]

(the numbers don't lie the the numbers dont lie...)

[Yo Gotti]
I'm trying to count to a billion
my b-tch Brazilian
hop in that Lamb
push the button lose the ceiling
sun out no raindrops
posting the same spot
right here in north north memphis
is where I came from
hundred on the neck I aint never had sh-t
the streets gave me family Barry White couldnt
aint no secret in the streets
n-ggas know I got ...
got swagger through the roof
I was born ...
zip code on my wrist
phone number in the bank
...
where my 305
I got my 357 and my 501's
and ... 55 with my air force ones.

[Chorus]
Yo this your boy Yo Gotti
(Say what you want but the numbers don't lie)