Numbers Don’t Lie

Lyrics

[Chorus: C-Trillionaire] Mind on the money and the money on my mind FYB the gang and I got they back like spine Came out the jungle, gotta know how to survive Men lie, women lie, numbers don′t lie Smoking on the weed like la-la-la-la Pockets fully loaded, baby, why would I lie? Man, these niggas pussy, hope they got nine lives Get rich or die trying, every day I'm on the grind [Verse 1: C-Trillionaire] Get rich or die trying I feel like 50 I′m getting cheese in every state, just likе a Philly I pray every day in my head I know you hеar me They say hoeing the best thing going So I keep it pimping Numbers don't lie, Trill don't either When she hungry feed her meat She a real dick eater Saw my pops scrape it out the pan But his name ain′t Peter I don′t work off in the kitchen But you know I got the season [Chorus: C-Trillionaire] Mind on da money & da money on my mind Fyb the gang & I got they back like spine Came out the jungle gotta know how to survive Men lie women lie numbers don't lie Smoking on da weed like lalalala Pockets fully loaded baby why would I lie Man dese nigga pussy hope they got nine lives Get rich or die trying everyday I′m on the grind [Verse 2: Jacquees] I'm on the grind, I'ma get it til it′s over Fuck my bed, I'ma sleep on the sofa Told my brother let's play smart and stack our dough up And have this money when we older I ain′t beefing 'bout a bitch So what's the problem? (You can have dat hoe) Louie V compliment me, I need a Sponsor (Yeah) Rolling tree inside a paper like a rasta (Wahgwan) All my niggas shooters You don't want these problems Been going up for a long long time (A long time) Still grinding all night all night We guaranteed to eat you, see it in my eyes, hoe It ain't no stopping me, see money with a blind fold [Chorus: C-Trillionaire] Mind on the money and the money on my mind FYB the gang and I got they back like spine Came out the jungle, gotta know how to survive Men lie, women lie, numbers don′t lie Smoking on the weed like la-la-la-la Pockets fully loaded, baby, why would I lie? Man, these niggas pussy, hope they got nine lives Get rich or die trying, every day I'm on the grind [Verse 3: DC DaVinci] Bitch, drop them drawers I ain't tryna conversate She like, boy you got hoes I ain't talking crates She right, I'm stacking money, I accumulate My bitches, they eating each other That's a dinner date Bitch, I′m on a mission To the top, I'm going solar I got all this paper I thumb through it like a folder I'm a soldier Knocking down these walls like a boulder I thought I told you, pussy, I expose you [Chorus: C-Trillionaire] Mind on the money and the money on my mind FYB the gang and I got they back like spine Came out the jungle, gotta know how to survive Men lie, women lie, numbers don′t lie Smoking on the weed like la-la-la-la Pockets fully loaded, baby, why would I lie? Man, these niggas pussy, hope they got nine lives Get rich or die trying, every day I'm on the grind