Chris Brown - Loyal ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga

Young Mula, baby You thought it was over?

I wasn't born last night I know these hoes ain't right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh Nigga, that's that nerve Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time I'm the shit, oh

Nigga, that's that nerve You all about her, and she all about hers Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos And I done did everything, but trust these hoes (CB fuck with me!)

When a rich nigga want ya And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Oh, these hoes ain't loyal Woah, 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 that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta She wanna do drugs (drugs) Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted) She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing, no) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (no, they ain't) Woah, 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 this money in the air I wanna see you dance

Just got rich (got rich) Took a broke nigga bitch (yeah) I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches (girl, it's you)

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing, no-woah) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh-oh-oh, no) Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, 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" Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her (Bay with her) I sent 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 redbone wet Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check Do it too good when she ride that dick (woah) Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no

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 done spent your ring on her And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no) Woah, these hoes ain't loyal Yeah-yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh-woah-oh) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games) (yeah) Woah, 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)