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Young money, yeah, ok,
I aint gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die,
the numbers donÂ’t lie, G-5 over sky,
I f-cked her p-ssy good, make her cry if I tried,
IÂ’m tired of being sick and IÂ’m sick of being tired,
tired of these n-ggas and tired of these b-tches,
sh-t let em lie as long as they aint snitching,
and men lie about women,
and sh-t women lie about plenty,
They aint lying on me Im in the bed with 2 fine b-tches lying on me,
so that would make 3 and numbers donÂ’t lie,
and money donÂ’t lie,
and neither do I,
B-tch!