Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these h-es 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
Ni–a, that's that nerve
Why give a bi-ch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bi-ch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the sh-t, oh
Ni–a, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bi-ch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these h-es
(CB f–k with me!)
[Chris Brown:]
When A rich ni–a want ya
And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya
These h-es ain't loyal
These h-es ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke ni–a bi-ch
I can make a broke bi-ch rich
But I don't f–k with broke bi–hesGot a white girl with some fake ti–ies
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She say she wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a ni–a trapped
She wanna f–k all the rappers
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These h-es ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These h-es ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bi-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 bi-ch 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 ni–a bitch
I can make a broke bi-ch rich
But I don't f–k with broke bi-ches
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These ho-s ain't loyal
These ho-s ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system?
Ain't no telling will I fu-k 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
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them h-es ain't loyal. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now i know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
F-ck that bi-ch
I got my own h-e
F-ck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bi-ch
Put a 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
[Chorus:]
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya)
These ho-s ain't loyal
These ho-s ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby)
And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya
These ho-s ain't loyal
These ho-s ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These ho-s ain't loyal
Let me see