Текст песни «Hood - Think I'm Lyin'»

Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that bitch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi Bitch
First name Tunechi, last name Bitch
It aint no bitch, bitch
But its Tunechi bitch
And right now, Im here checkin in for the mothafuckin appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you dont know by now, you mothafuckas stupid, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothafuckin day, nigga

Man Im richer than a bitch, ho, you must think Im lyin
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think Im lyin
Got my jeweler fuckin with me heavy, you must think Im lyin
You ont want it, you aint really ready, you must think Im lyin

Big homie droppin off the torch, Im smokin out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I dont even fuckin hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can really duck and move
Homie call Pusha T, ask him whats the bookin fee
I dont need a fuckin show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
She say Thank you, I say Please, all this coke, you still want cheese?
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon charge a G?
Ho you know its so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, Ive been bumpin Tracy T
Ive been leanin, Ive been fienin, Ive been prayin for my demons
You must think Im lyin, I spent a hundred thou this evenin

Man Im richer than a bitch, ho, you must think Im lyin
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think Im lyin
Got my jeweler fuckin with me heavy, you must think Im lyin
You ont want it, you aint really ready, you must think Im lyin

I got some niggas in this bitch, I got some niggas in this bitch
Mean muggin like we suckin on a lemon in this bitch
Ima ball even if I fail my physical and shit
And Im all about my digits, goin digital and shit
Jumpin on the couch until Im short winded in this bitch
Dont judge a book by its cover, start schemin at you, bitch
Where my niggas that be poppin them prescriptions? You aint sick
Where my bitches that be fuckin for that money? You aint shit
And yo bitch dont make no tips, and that sip dont make me itch
My bitch always think Im lyin, I said I dont, she said Since when?
Im a dog like Rin Tin Tin, fuck yall niggas, yall some hoes
Dont trust yall niggas, talk in code, dont walk, I stroll, dont walk, I drove
So park my Rolls, a spark I glow, avoid my woes, I brought my bros
But that nina always workin, cause I cant fuck with them part-time hoes
My bitch pussy multipurposes, cause it take dick and hold my dope
Drop that coke in that hot water and tell that bitch to hold her nose

Man Im richer than a bitch, ho, you must think Im lyin
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think Im lyin
Got my jeweler fuckin with me heavy, you must think Im lyin
You ont want it, you aint really ready, you must think Im lyin

10 mil just last year, you must think Im lyin, ho
I make cash, dont break even, I overlap your payroll
Straight to the point like Bledsoe, fuck that, I take the foul
Settle out, no time for trial, my lawyers with me, better call Saul
First round draft pick, my lifestyle need a contract
Im Bo Jack in Egypt, that Wraith smell like reefer
Who that, nigga? I beat them, like Redman, Ill be dat
187, no drill team, get drill bit
I pull up my shit to these niggas and flaunt, Im the nigga she want
I got all the shit that she want, T-Raw her boss, Trell got a mil in a vault
Im just bein honest, oh you must think Im lyin
Im not just an owner, baby, Im also a client

Man Im richer than a bitch, ho, you must think Im lyin
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think Im lyin
Got my jeweler fuckin with me heavy, you must think Im lyin
You ont want it, you aint really ready, you must think Im lyin