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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
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 goes
She be mine, but I have 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
[Chris brown]
When I rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can 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 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 the bob marley
I'm a rockstar
She say she wanna do drugs
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Chorus]
When I rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal
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 is funny in the air
I wanna see you dance
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chorus]
When I rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4 french montana]
What's a rock in the system?
Ain't no tell her what I fuck, well I dissed them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase some, I re-play some
Lvs, hermes, dolces
Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotting
School me to the game, now I'm on a goody
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your wig
I got my own smoke
Had to put my ming 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 the bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'?
Baby show me something
You just spent your ring on it
And it's all for nothing
[Chorus x2]
When I rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
These hoes ain't loyal
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