LIE TO ME (Explicit) - EARTHGANG

Lyrics by：Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Latrell Jaimz Boyd/Luiz Octavio Bonfa Burnier

Composed by：Elan Parker/Olu Fann/Latrell Jaimz Boyd/Luiz Octavio Bonfa Burnier

Yeah

Yeah

Birkin bags are a hot commodity

She got a Birkin flossin' money well spent

She still in them 'partments payin' rent

Saturday Sunday he got cash to play

Monday come his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Everybody buyin' s**t rely on s**t to prove your status prove you have it

Now they caught up in a role they can't fulfill they can't be real it's too dramatic

Gotta keep the audience happy

Gotta keep the haters guessin'

Livin' a lie for folks you'll never meet in real life so tragic

Baby got a day job it goes somethin' like this upload upload

Check engagement receive payments grantin' fantasies sellin' hella dreams

Then she takes her mask off Fenty runnin' down her breast

Her true self hope she don't forget say she do it for the check

My homeboy lie for his respect

Can't wait to flex the new baguettes

'Cause the world we live in keep revealin'

If you ain't ballin' then you ain't s**t

So she gon' buy Chanel to impress

He gon' shop 'til ain't nothin' left

They fell in love with the fake 'til the real came out

Now they at each other's neck

She got a Birkin flossin' money well spent

She got a Birkin

She still in them 'partments payin' rent

She in them 'partments

Saturday Sunday he got cash to play

Cash cash

Monday come his pockets full of lint

No no no no

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Yeah yeah

Anybody keepin' it real with you

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Can you be honest

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you

To me

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Closed mouth don't eat

Closed mouth don't eat

Broke finger don't tweet

Broke finger don't tweet

Broke n***as gon' hate

Broke n***as gon' hate

To distract from defeat

To distract from defeat

Look away how you livin' these days

Love languages tags and receipts

Yeah

Whoop whoop get the penalty paid out quick

Right back to the street

Flewed out on the front of the plane like Hey

I ain't really that cheap she don't really know me

She just wanna take d**k she just wanna take pics

She just wanna see the beach and a n***a like me

Had to get it out the mud these really my cleats

This really my blood I'm really Denzel

One tear on my cheek I'm rollin' up w**d

I'm talkin' 'bout think she talkin' 'bout minks

Hey when you figure out what you need

Girl let it get back to me

Hey

Nips and her lips from the factory

Oh

Run through n***as like batteries

Every nude sent with a strategy

And she got it perfect she got a purpose

She got a system know how to work it

That's how she gotta she gotta she gotta she gotta

She got a Birkin flossin' money well spent

She still in them 'partments payin' rent

She in them 'partments

Saturday Sunday he got cash to play

I'm out of time

Monday come his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you

Real with you

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Can you be honest

Can you be true

Anybody straight up

Lie on cue

Anybody keepin' it real with you

Keep it one hundred tell me the truth

Perception of self perfection gives me erections yeah

Lie to me lie to me baby lie to me oh

Perception of perfection give me erections

Lie to me lie to me

Baby

Lie to me