French Montana - Loyal lyrics

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***a, that's that nerve Why give a b**h your heart when she'd rather have a purse? Why give a b**h an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the sh**, oh n***a, that's that nerve You all about her, and she all about hers Birdman Junior in this b**h, no flamingos And I done did everything, but trust these hoes (CB f** with me!) [Chris Brown:] When a rich n***a want ya And your n***a 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***a b**h I can make a broke b**h rich But I don't f** with broke b**hes Got a white girl with some fake titties I took her to Dubai with me Eyes closed, smoking marijuana Rolling up that Bob Marley I'm a rasta She wanna do d**, Smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a n***a trapped She wanna f** all the rappers [Chorus:] When a rich n***a want you (want you baby) And your n***a 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 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 n***a b**h I can make a broke b**h rich But I don't f** with broke b**hes [Chorus:] When a rich n***a want you (want you baby) And your n***a 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** 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 her in a Lotus She was riding in a hoopty f** that b**h I got my own hoe f** your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that b**h 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***a want you (want you baby) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you) These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich n***a want you (want you baby) And your n***a can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games) 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