Trina — No Lie

[Verse 1] Frail faces showing signs of rejection, you broads stressin I guess I'm still Da Baddest yea that's what I'm guessin (uh) Pineapple Ciroc a double shot of white I got a bag full of money that will change up ya life Fort Knox in the basement, gold bars forever Lyrics turn to bars they'll remember me forever (yeah) Short change is what I call them broads I got acres in my crib, book these shows on my lawn Red Eye flights, Miami here I come I only fornicate with bread cause that money make me cum See that villa out in Cali, mansion on the mountain I slide this pussy on him call it slidin down the mountain (uh) Pussy whipped but all I see is the crown, stiletto Louboutins, Hermes gown You bum bitches don't make a sound cause when my flight touch ground I shut yo whole city down You hoes wanted to rap, I wanted to shop So I sat in the trap and I cooked up the blocks Made blocks squares, now I'm pushin a yacht To mansion with spiral stairs, to a Palm Beach out in Laud (yeah) (Huh) I gotta whole lotta everything, never married but a whole lotta wedding rings From rappers and ball players that smelt the g-string Groupie niggas who I turned household names Street bitch and I been bout money If I had to be honest I don't need this rap money Cause the pussy gone sell more than rap show money Fuck I need a pimp for CEOing my money (preach) (Yeah) and you a rap bitch dummy, and a lil dick nigga can't do nothing for me And I still don't know nann bitch who can come for me These bum ass bitches Kevin Hart mad funny [Hook x10] No Lie! [Verse 2] I'm the shit don't push me I get ruthless Stashed burner on deck where the coupe is I ain't hard to find, you hoes can come and meet me I am always in the press I am "Hip-Hop Weekly" (Mid-Mid) Middle finger blowing smoke to the Paps A couple mill you'll get a photo of my crotch No panties, no sweat and it's wet Me and you no phones fucking on a closed set [Hook x9] No Lie!