Young Mula, baby
Haha, you thought it was over
VERSE 1 (LIL WAYNE)
I wasn't born 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
CB fuck with me
CHORUS (CHRIS BROWN)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Ooh 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
VERSE 2 (CHRIS BROWN)
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
CHORUS (CHRIS BROWN)
When a rich nigga want you [want you babe]
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya [nothing oh]
Ooh these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
VERSE 3 (CHRIS BROWN)
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
CHORUS (CHRIS BROWN)
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
When a rich nigga want you [want you babe]
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya [nothing oh]
Ooh these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
VERSE 4 (TYGA)
Uh, rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar switching for lanes
With the top down screaming out "Money ain't anything"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so she can lay with her
Ok, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm 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
(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 done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
CHORUS (CHRIS BROWN)
When a rich nigga want you [want you babe]
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
[Can't do nothin' for you]
Ooh these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you [want you babe]
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Ooh these hoes ain't loyal
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
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