[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick
In the club with a padded bra
Y'all some little titty lyin' b**hes
Damn, hundred dollars on that green dot
Spraypainted on them Red Bottoms
Old a** Louis bag
That ain't a purse, that's a computer bag
Fraud b**h with a fraud n***a
In line for them Js at the mall n***a
Ridin' 'round with no petrol
How you make that iPhone on Metro
Where you get a Louis belt made in Mexico?
Twitter hashtag, #b**hYouReallyBroke
Now all these b**hes gotta book a nympho
Don't act, don't sing, don't model [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You's a real b**h or real n***a
Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Fake n***as and fake b**hes
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
You ain't gotta lie though
You know I got a thing for mulattos
Just follow the car with the Forgiatos
b**h I only give my number to the Lotto
I ain't got no time for the model sh**
So promiscuous, Nelly Furtado
Just tryna have a little fun, don't miss out
One more shot better bring the real b**h out
I don't really care about your history
Nah you ain't gotta act like a mystery
I'm the real, tell a fake n***a miss me
Burn rubber on them n***as like Penske
Lyin' 'bout your life that I'm living, simply
Woke up in a dream with two b**hes tryna pinch me
I just get between 'em like parenthesis
Put 'em out their misery, parental advisory
n***a please [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You's a real b**h or real n***a
Then you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't gotta lie to kick it
Fake n***as and fake b**hes
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it [Verse 3: Bricc Baby]
You ain't gotta like to kick it
Fake a**, fake titties, yeah I'm f**in' with you
Oh you Beyoncé? Now you independent?
But you sold your food stamps for some Gucci slippers
b**h stop lyin', make your a** shake
If you a stripper, be a stripper for the bands' sake
Now she runnin' 'round town with my band, mane
Bandcamp, Bat Gang, yeah them bands straight
Boy you know you lyin', you ain't k**ed nobody
You rockin' fake Trues, fake Gucci and Versace
Yeah you Lil Scrappy, you don't want the problems
I'm a Crip, no father, we can get it poppin'