[Intro]
Why is my timeline filled with all of these shenanigans
This is my year we taking over, this is it
If you dont get out of here with your michael jackson ass
Balling out of control
Dont you live at your moms house
Wheres your car at

[Hook x4]
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie

[Verse 1]
You all virtual living twitter lying bootsy rappers
Up in internet build talking shit see yall some actors
Talk so much you leave me baffled
I know me and i will blast them
If you catch them out in traffic
Bet a stack that they won't act up
Im a little ass chick with some really big goons
And i hustle all day while you watching cartoons
Talk shit but dont assume that we all living like you
Cause i will walk it like i talk it
Try my ass and see the proof
Im this and im that but most of all i am a problem
And im killing game so i suggest you pick a [?]
Cause talking often but you dont see the logic
Youre lying to yourself and half of yall is twitter bobbing
Wake up
[Hook x4]
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie

[Verse 2]
I know you internet talk behind your keyboard kind of thugs
I live the life that you type about dumbfuck
Mufuckas lie about they dick to seem cooler
And bitches lie about the n***as that ran through her
Ow, you ain't got to lie Craig
I see you at the club doing shit that I did
And to tell the truth you ain't shit behind the booth
And your CD will never be hot, it's fireproof
So you see me, I'm the opposite
I am what you're copying
It's called the foodchain, daddy, I am at the top of it
I spit real talk, you ain't got shit on me
I guess if you disagree you'll Twitter me, biatch

[Interlude]
I am currently wrecking the mic
Currently, uh, Twitter lies

[Verse 3]
I got these big face hundreds, watch these bastards grow
Got you putos loco, I'm international
My money machine go, it's not moving slow
Shoving money down your throat like the Kardashian show
I smell like money and the scent gon linger
Where did they find this astounding singer
Stingray boots, toetip with the stinger
Cash rules everything around me, blinger
Cocaine suit, puro white on white
Got the black on black slack, pinche Michael Nye
I'm attracting all the hoes even psycho dykes
I'm like yeah yeah good times, dynomite
Money money money type of shit you ain't used to
My money sitting tall like a child on a booster
Hey, la lechusa, hey, la lechusa
Tell TV johnny need a iced out rooster
My mommas had enough, [?] like technology
Me on the other hand i study numerology
Sun, stars, and moons align
Chingo be that toaster guy
Getting bread like I'm Dubai
Making money multiply
Hood chick she drink Big Red and eat Cheetos
Take her to my ranch, put mecos on her freckles
Hypnotic and she wanna sit but Johnny it was on the tip
Exotic straight up out the zip
You lying man you tell em
Women lie, men lie, politicians lie
Chingo never lies, super fly pinche dynomite like the guy from the good times
Yeah you know I got good lines
Grind be on full time
Chine, chi-chi chang chang
Damn your vieja is really out of line
She took of her chones and it smell like pork rinds
Ha ha, hahaha, hahaha, ha
Put a hundred down your throat like haha, ha ha
[Outro]
We laugh at your Twitter lies puto