CHRIS BROWN FT. LIL WAYNE AND TYGA - LOYAL

[Intro: Chris Brown (Lil Wayne)]
(YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY!!) Let me see
Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see

[Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night,
ooh
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, 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!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Interlude: 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

[Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana
Rollin' up the Bob Marley I'm a Ra-sta
She wanna do drugs (drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)

[Chorus]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[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

[Interlude]
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 a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Tyga:]
AUUGH! Rich young nigga; name got bigger
and my change got bigger so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out "Money ain't a thang!"
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 carryin'
All these carrots [?] like I'm a fuckin' 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 (whoo!)
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch - NO! (Haha)

[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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)

[Chorus]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh)
These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa)
These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)