Loyal

Loyal Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowning up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a b**ch your heart?
When she rather have a purse
Why give a b**ch your inch?
When she rather have nine
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the sh*t, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b**ch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f**k with me!)

Chris Brown - 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

Bridge:
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's b**ch
I can make a broke b**ch rich
But I don't f**k with broke b**ches

[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 bomb molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna f**k all the rappers

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b**ch, 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**ch 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 b**ch
I can make a broke b**ch rich
But I don't f**k with broke b**ches

Chris Brown - 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:]
Once the rock in the system?
Ain't no tell her will I f**k them, will I diss them
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase some, I replay some
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotate
School me to the game, now I'm on a goody
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
f**k that b**ch, I got my own ho
f**k your weed, I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that b**ch, 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 ring on her
And it's all for nothing

[Hook]