Lyrics Lie to Me - French Montana
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
1 Goin in for the Kill
2 On Fire
3 Lie to Me
4 Lie to Me
5 I Hope He Cheats On You
6 Magic
7 Choppa Choppa Down
8 I Shot Ya
9 You
10 Smoke Break Intermission
11 Inner City Blues
12 You & Me
13 Outro
14 On Fire
15 Gettin' High
16 You
17 Making Love to the Money
18 You
19 Gettin' High (feat. Chinx Drugz)
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