LIE TO ME Video (MV)

(Yeah)
(Yeah, uh)
(Birkin bags are a hot commodity)

She got a Birkin, flossing money well spent
She still in them 'partments paying rent
Saturday, Sunday he got cash to play
Monday come his pockets full of lent
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Everybody buying shit rely on shit
To prove your status, prove you have it
Now they caught up in a role they can't fulfill
They can't be real it's too dramatic
Gotta keep the audience happy, happy
Gotta keep the haters guessing, guessing
Living a lie for folks you'll never meet in real life, so tragic
Baby got a day job it goes something like this, upload, upload
Check engagement, receive payments
Granting fantasies, selling hella dreams
Then she takes her mask off, Fenty running down her breast
Her true self, hope she don't forget
Say she do it for the check
My homeboy lie for his respect
Can't wait to flex the new baguettes
'Cause the world we live in, keep revealing
If you ain't balling then you ain't shit
So she gon' buy Chanel to impress
He gon' shop 'til ain't nothing left
They fell in love with the fake 'til the real came out
Now they at each other's neck

She got a Birkin, flossing money well spent (she got a Birkin)
She still in them 'partments paying rent (she in them 'partments though)
Saturday, Sunday he got cash to play (cash call, cash call)
Monday come his pockets full of lent (no more, no more)
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Closed mouth don't eat (closed mouth don't eat)
Broke finger don't tweet (broke finger don't tweet)
Broke niggas gon' hate (broke niggas gon' hatee)
To distract from defeat (to distract from defeat)
Look a way, how you living these days
Love language is tags and receipts (hey)
Whoop, whoop, get the penalty, paid off quick
Right back to the street
Flewed out on the front of the plane like hey
I ain't really that cheap, she don't really know me
She just wanna take dick, she just wanna take pics
She just wanna see the beach (she wanna see the beach)
And a nigga like me had to get it out the mud
These really my cleats, this really my blood
I'm really Denzel, one tear on my cheek
I'm rollin' up weed, I'm talmbout think, she talmbout minks
Hey, when you figure out what you need, girl
Let it get back to me (ay)
Nips and her lips from the factory (oh)
Run through niggas like batteries
Every nude sent with a strategy
And she got it perfect, she got a purpose, she got a system
Know how to work it, that's how she got a
She got a, she got a, she got a

She got a Birkin, flossing money well spent
She still in them 'partments paying rent (she in them 'partments)
Saturday, Sunday he got cash to play (I'm out on the town)
Monday come his pockets full of lent
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keeping it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Perception of perfection gives me erections
Yeah, lie to me, lie to me, baby, lie to me, ohh
Perception of perfection gives me erections
(Yeah) lie to me, lie to me (baby), lie to me