Chris Brown - Loyal Feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga

 

Lyrics to Loyal Feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga by Chris Brown

  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 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 N-gga, 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 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 bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't f-ck 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 say 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 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 Took a broke n-gga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't f-ck with broke bitches [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 it in the loader She was riding in the hoot F-ck that bitch I got my own hoe F-ck your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch 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 ya) 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 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