Loyal Lyrics

Chris Brown

[Lil Wayne:]
Young Mullah, Baby!
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 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, oh
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!)

Hook [Chris Brown]:
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Bridge:
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 smoking marijuana
Rolling up the Bob Marley; I'm a rock star
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: 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

Bridge:
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Hook:
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[French Montana:]
With Ciroc in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck them? will I diss them? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes, Dolce
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
Fuck that bitch, I got my own ho
Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch, put her 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 rent on her
And it's all for nothing

[Hook]

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