Loyal (feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga)

[Lil Wayne]

Young Mula, baby

[Chris Brown]

(Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see)

[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, ooh

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 halftime

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 done did everything but trust these hoes

CB, fuck with me

[Chris Brown]

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't 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's 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, smoke weed, get drunk

She wanna see a nigga trap

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)

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 this money in the air

I wanna see you dance

Just got rich (got rich)

Took a broke nigga's bitch

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

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing, no)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Tyga]

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

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

[Chris Brown]

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 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

Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh, 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