Loyal - Chris Brown feat Lil Wayne & French Montana
Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
N_gga, that's that nerve
Why give a b_tch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a b_tch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the sh_t, oh
N_gga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b_tch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB f_ck with me!)
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich n_gga want ya
And your n_gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke n_gga b_tch
I can make a broke b_tch rich
But I don't f_ck with broke b_tches
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to Dubai with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a n_gga trapped
She wanna f_ck all the rappers
[Chorus:]
When a rich n_gga want you (want you baby)
And your n_gga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b_tch, let's get to it right away
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this b_tch with your man
That's a no no girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich
Took a broke n_gga b_tch
I can make a broke b_tch rich
But I don't f_ck with broke b_tches
[Chorus:]
When a rich n_gga want you (want you baby)
And your n_gga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I f_ck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in a Lotus
She was riding in a hoopty
F_ck that b_tch
I got my own hoe
F_ck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that b_tch
Put a ring back on
Montana
[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
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 frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing
[Chorus:]
When a rich n_gga want you (want you baby)
And your n_gga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich n_gga want you (want you baby)
And your n_gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
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