Loyal (West Coast Version)

Young Mula, baby!
 Haha, 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 rather have a purse?
 Why give a bitch a inch when she 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 you
 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's 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 the 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's 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, no)
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh, no)
 Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see
 Her nigga fell in love, turned into a woosy
 24-7 he was eatin' that pussy (Eatin' that pussy)
 But these hoes ain't faithful
 A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though
 I been knowing not to trust these hoes
 I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes
 In that order
 Don't switch it around
 Relationships change, it's so different now (It's so different now)
 No high-school sweetheart
 These bitches pimpin'
 All these opinions
 Women on women
 Lickin' them titties
 Sex in the city
 Yelling "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
 Bitch
 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)
 When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, babe, woo)
 And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't 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, baby)
 And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh, woah-oh)
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They've been playing games, yeah)
 Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
 Yeah, yeah, let me see
 Yeah, let me see
 Yeah-yeah, let me see
 Let me see
 Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
 Let me see