Tyga - Loyal lyrics

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Tyga - Loyal lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown] Young Mula, baby Haha, 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 rather have a purse? Why give a b**h a 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 that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta She wanna do d** Smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a n***a trap She wanna f** all the rappers [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 [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: 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 [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, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see [Verse 4: Tyga] Uh, rich young n***a Name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing" Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her I sent her back home so you can lay with her Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying All these karats like I'm a f**ing 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 Man I wouldn't trust that b**h, no [Verse 5: Chris Brown] Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? 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 fronting? Baby show me something You done spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing [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 When a rich n***a want you And your n***a can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal, they be playing games, yeah These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [Outro: Chris Brown] Yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Let me see Oh, these hoes ain't loyal, let me see