Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - Loyal (East Coast version) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown] YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY! (Let me see) Haha, you thought it was over? (Let me see) [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 rather have a purse? Why give a b**h your inch When she 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!) [Hook: Chris Brown] When a rich n***a want you 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 [Bridge: Chris Brown] Just got rich Took a broke n***a's b**h I can make a broke b**h rich But I don't f** with broke b**hes [Verse 2: Chris Brown] 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 Rasta She wanna do d** (d**) smoke weed, get drunk (wasted) She wanna see a n***a trap She wanna f** all the rappers (uh-huh) [Hook] [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 [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 4: French Montana] HAH! Once Cirocs 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 Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em (HANNNN!) LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes, ain't loyal, man, they rotate School me to the game, now I know my duty Put her in the Lotus She was riding in that hoopty (WHOOP!) f** that b**h I got my own ho f** your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that b**h, put her ring back on Montana [Verse 5: 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 done spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Hook]