Loyal - Chris Brown&Lil Wayne&Tyga
Young Mula, baby
Let me see Let me see
I woke up all last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up
her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer
nor her ring on last night ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart?
when she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch?
when she rather have nine
You know how the game go
she be mine, 'bout half time,
I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her,
and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything
but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up the bar,
molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs,
smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers
When I rich nigga want you
（Want you babe）
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
（Nothin' oh）
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
（No they ain't）
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it
（Right away）
We up in this club, bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in
this bitch with your man
That's a no no girl
All is funny in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
When I rich nigga want you
（Want you babe）
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
（No nothin' no）
Oh these hoes ain't loyal （Oh no）
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see
Rich young nigga
Name got bigger
and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out,
"money ain't a thing"
Hah, me and CB in the bay with her
Send her back home
so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice
that I'm carrying
All these karats like
I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F.,
keep a red bone wet
Rose rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
When I rich nigga want you
（Want you babe）
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
（Can't do nothin' for you）
Oh these hoes ain't loyal （Oh no）
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When I rich nigga want you
（Want you babe）
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
（Oh）
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
（No they ain't）
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see