Think I’m Lyin lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that b*tch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi b*tch
First name Tunechi, last name b*tch
It ain't no b*tch, b*tch
But it's Tunechi b*tch
And right now, I'm here checkin' in for the mothaf*ckin' appreciation
Who the f*ck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by now, you mothaf*ckas stupid, n*gga
f*ck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothaf*ckin' day, n*gga

[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street n*gga, made a million off the court
I don't even f*ckin' 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 what's the bookin' fee
I don't need a f*ckin' 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 it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must think I'm lyin', I spent a hundred thou this evenin'
[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got some n*ggas in this b*tch that got some n*ggas in this b*tch
Mean muggin' like we suckin' on a lemon in this b*tch
I'ma ball even if I fail my physical and sh*t
And I'm all about my digits, goin' digital and sh*t
Jumpin' on the couch until I'm short winded in this b*tch
Don't judge a book by it's cover, start skimming at you, b*tch
Where my n*ggas that be poppin' them prescriptions? You ain't sick
Where my b*tches that be f*ckin' for that money? You ain't sh*t
And yo b*tch don't make no tips, and that sip don't make me itch
My b*tch always think I'm lyin', I said I don't, she said "Since when?"
I'm a dog like Rin Tin Tin, f*ck y'all n*ggas, y'all some hoes
Don’t trust y’all n*ggas, talk in code, don’t walk, I stroll, don’t walk, I drove
So park my Rolls, don't spark, I glow, avoid my woes, I brought my bros
But that nina always workin', cause I can't f*ck with the part-time hoes
My b*tch pus*y multipurposes, cause it take di*k and hold my dope
Drop that coke in that hot water and tell that b*tch to hold her nose
[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'

[Verse 3: Tyga]
10 mil' just last year, you must think I'm lyin', ho
I make cash, don't break even, I overlap your payroll
Straight to the point like Bledsoe, f*ck that, I take the foul
Settle out, no time for trial, my lawyer's with me, better call Saul
First round draft pick, my lifestyle need a contract
I'm Bo Jack in Egypt, that Wraith smell like reefer
Who that, n*gga? I beat them, like Redman, I'll be dat
187, no drill team, get drill bit
I pull up my sh*t to these n*ggas and flaunt, I'm the n*gga she want
I got all the sh*t that she want, T-Raw her boss, Trell got a mil in a vault
I'm just bein' honest, oh you must think I'm lyin'
I'm not just an owner, baby, I'm also a client

[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a b*tch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler f*ckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'