Album Cover Loyal

Loyal

CHRIS BROWN

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Young Mula, baby

You thought it was over?

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

Nigga, that's that nerve

Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?

Why give a bitch an inch when she′d 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 b-, no flamingos

And I done did everything, but trust these hoes

(CB fuck with me!)

When a rich nigga want ya

And your nigga can′t do nothing for ya

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal

Whoa, these hoes ain′t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga 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 that Bob Marley, I′m a rasta

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 (want you baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing, no)

Ah, these hoes ain't loyal (no they ain′t)

Whoa, 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 (got rich)

Took a broke nigga bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don't fuck with broke bitches

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)

And your nigga can′t do nothing for ya (no, nothing) (ah)

These hoes ain't loyal (oh, no) (woah)

These hoes ain′t loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Rich, young nigga

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 (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 fucking vegetarian

Shout out Weezy F, keep a redbone wet

Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check

Do it too good when she ride that dick (woah)

Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no

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 (want you baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you) (ah)

These hoes ain′t loyal (oh, no) (woah)

These hoes ain′t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ah)

These hoes ain′t loyal (they be playing games) (yeah) (woah)

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Let me see

Oh, these hoes ain′t loyal, let me see