"Loyal" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

[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
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 halftime, 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!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[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 drugs
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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

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

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4: Tyga]
(Ha!) Uh, 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
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
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch, 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

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga 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