Don’t Lie Chris Brown

[Chorus: DJ Drama]
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Trendsetter, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense)
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (DJ Drama, Gangsta)
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Chris Breezy, it's the reason why we in our zone)
Say what you want, but the pockets don't lie (Numbers don't lie, Gangsta Grillz)
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Shoutout LAD, La the Dark)
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Willie the Kid)
Say what you want, but the pockets don't lie (D Tweezy, Trendsetter)
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie, numbers don't lie (Aphilliates, man, CMB)
Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie (Embassy)
Say what you want, but the pockets don't lie (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
(Hahaha)
Uh, okay, you know the name, so you know the drill
Ain't singin' candy rain, but I'm so for real
You know like high love, do you ever dream of
Candy-coated raindrops pourin' down high loves?
Ha, and I'm all about my gualas
Even though they say mo' money mo' problems
But I don't picture me goin' on no job hunt
Money pilin' up, now that's somethin' to be proud of
Ha, yeah, I'm killin' 'em, but it's not my fault
'Cause I've been on my grind, ha, Tony Hawk
And them rims is 28's, Marshall Faulk
My lyrics murderin' niggas, I need the white chalk