Loyal

Young Mula, baby
 You thought it was over?
 I wasn't born last night
 I know these hoes ain't right
 But you was blowin' 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
 (CB fuck with me!)
 When a rich nigga want ya
 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
 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 (drugs)
 Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
 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)
 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 bitch (yeah)
 I can make a broke bitch rich
 But I don't fuck with broke bitches (girl, it's you)
 When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
 And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing, no-woah)
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh-oh-oh, no)
 Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Yeah-yeah, let me see
 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 (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 (woah)
 Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no
 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 ring on her
 And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
 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, let me see
 When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
 And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh-woah-oh)
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games) (yeah)
 Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
 Yeah-yeah, let me see
 Yeah, let me see
 
 Yeah, let me see
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 Let me see
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (let me see)