Lies About You Lyrics - Gunna

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you 

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move 

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo 

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you 

Tell everything but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew 

I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs 

You caught me in a good mood, can't put a spike in my groove 

Got more these designer shoes 

I drip, I need an award 

I built that way for that Porsche, I think 

I'm on a high horse 

YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no remorse 

I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys 

Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes 

I got that flame to the torch, young 

Gunna ball with no court 

I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord 

I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh 

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It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you 

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move 

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo 

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you 

Man bag, guns in 'em 

Track pants, run in 'em 

Gorilla blue, Godzilla 

We don't fuck with no nigga 

How you want that Saint Laurent bag? 

You ain't suckin' no dick 

My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit 

Fuck that shit, come on shawty 

Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari? 

None of my niggas want to party 

Them young niggas want to catch a body 

We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots 

Threesome, them my type of thots 

Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy 

Tell that ho like hell no 

Main homie's bitch tried to fuck me 

And she told me he don't know 

If they out they won't say shit 

'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled 

And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin' 

Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah 

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It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you 

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move 

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo 

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you