Loyal (East Coast Version)
Young Mula, baby!
Haha, 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
Ooh, nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch a inch when she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time, I'm the shit
Ooh, 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!)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich (got rich)
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich (bitch rich)
But I don't fuck with broke bitches (broke, broke)
Got a white girl with some fake titties (fake titties)
I took her to the Bay with me (Bay with me)
Eyes closed smoking marijuana (marijuana)
Rolling up the Bob Marley, I'm a Rasta
She wanna do drugs (drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (no, they ain't)
Woah, 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's bitch (yeah)
I can make a broke bitch rich (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 woah woah)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
(Haaan!) Once Ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (haaan!)
LVs, Hermes, Dolces (Dolce)
My 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)
Fuck that bitch, I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch, put her ring back on
(Montana)
Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'?
Baby, show me somethin'
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 somethin'
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah yeah)
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby, woo)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they been playing games, yeah)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (no-oh)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
Haha, 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
Ooh, nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch a inch when she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time, I'm the shit
Ooh, 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!)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich (got rich)
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich (bitch rich)
But I don't fuck with broke bitches (broke, broke)
Got a white girl with some fake titties (fake titties)
I took her to the Bay with me (Bay with me)
Eyes closed smoking marijuana (marijuana)
Rolling up the Bob Marley, I'm a Rasta
She wanna do drugs (drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (no, they ain't)
Woah, 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's bitch (yeah)
I can make a broke bitch rich (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 woah woah)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
(Haaan!) Once Ciroc in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (haaan!)
LVs, Hermes, Dolces (Dolce)
My 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)
Fuck that bitch, I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch, put her ring back on
(Montana)
Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'?
Baby, show me somethin'
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 somethin'
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah yeah)
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby, woo)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they been playing games, yeah)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (no-oh)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
Credits
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, Christopher Wallace, Deric Michael Angelettie, Dwayne Carter, Mason Betha, Christopher Maurice Brown, Todd Anthony Shaw, Stanley Cox, Karim Kharbouch, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Mark Lanthier Kragen, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Bobby Brackins, Asha Pulthi, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
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