"Loyal (East Coast Version)" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

Lil Wayne
Young Mula, baby!

Chris Brown
You thought it was over?

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 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
(C.B., fuck with me!)

Chris Brown
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
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)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
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
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)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

French Montana
Ha, once Cirocs in the system
Ain't no telling. Will I fuck them? Will I diss them?
That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (han!)

LVs, Hermes, Dolces
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 (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

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 done spent your bread 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 ya)
These hoes ain't loyal
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
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see

These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see