Loyal

歌手： Chris Brown Lil Wayne Tyga • 专辑：X (Expanded Edition) • 发布时间：2014-09-16 
作词 : Chris Brown/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Nicholas Balding
 作曲 : Chris Brown/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Nicholas Balding
(Young Mulah,baby) You thought it was over I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night, oh
B***h, that's that nerve
Why give a b***h your heart?
When she rather have a purse
Why give a b***h your inch?
When she rather have nine
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit , oh
B***h, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this shit, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB **** with me!)
When a rich nigga want you
And your b***h can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's b***h
I can make a broke nigga rich
But I don't **** with broke b*****s
Got a white girl with some fake t*****s
I took her to the bay with me
Eyes closed smoking m*******a
Rolling up the Bob Marley I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna **** all the rappers
When a rich nigga want you
And your b***h can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b***h, 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***h 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 nigga's b***h
I can make a broke nigga rich
But I don't **** with broke b*****s
When a rich nigga want you
And your b***h can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
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 ****ing 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 shit
Man I wouldn't trust that b***h
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 a rich nigga want you
(Want you babe)
And your b***h 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 a rich nigga want you
(Want you babe)
And your b***h 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
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
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