Loyal (west Coast Version) Lyrics - Chris Brown

Young Mula, baby! 

(You thought it was over?) 

I wasn't born last night 

I know these hoes ain't right 

But you was blowning 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 your 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 

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(CB fuck with me!) 

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 

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 bomb molly I'm a rockstar 

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 

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya 

These hoes ain't loyal 

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's bitch 

I can make a broke bitch rich 

But I don't fuck with broke bitches 

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 

A nigga fell in love 

Turn into a woosy 

24-7 he was eating 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 

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 just spent your ring on her 

And it's all for nothing 

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