Young Mula, baby [Lil' Wayne] 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 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 by half 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 (CB fuck with me!) [Chris Brown] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga 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 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 wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When a rich nigga want you And your nigga 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 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 nigga's bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [French Montana] Once the Cirocs in the system Ain't no tell her will I fuck them, will I diss them That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotate 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 ho Fuck your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch, put her 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 When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal 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 These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see These hoes ain't loyal
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