Lie To Me (Interlude) - Intellectual

[Intro]

Say that you love me, don’t lie to me

This for my niggas thats locked in the box, ima keep turning up in this shit till you get out

I check my messages bro got the drop on an opp at a party, we shoot up the let out

Im in Miami, i jump out the i8, this foreign lil broad ima fuck in the penthouse

I know some niggas I grew up with still out here breathing, but really to me niggas dead now

Bank is a thousand and it ain't no good if it bounce off your foot and you ain't put a bet down

I had to learn that the less you expect outta shit is the less you gon’ deal with a let down

I got my back to the headrest while shorty she gobble me up and im pushing her neck down

So much designer I’m good on the convo unless of course you wanna talk bout a check now

Cashing deposits

Im rocking Laurent shit

I go hit up Barney’s and fuck up some commas

I got some bitches that love me forreally that I could just sit there and talk bout my problems

I really mean it whenever I say on the track from my soul that I come from the bottom

I really sold it, I went hid that bread in my closet

When I had come back with a profit

Can't kill my vibe ima ball on these suckas

I board on my flight and jump off on Givenchy

This not a regular tee

This McQueen lil bitch i be counting up cash by the penny

I got the drank at the table, pour tech on a soda, they cooking the food up at Benni’s

I’m tryna roll up a blunt, steer the v with my knee

Plus im ridin the foreign on empty

Say that you love me, don’t lie to me