Loyal

作词 : Chris Brown/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Nicholas Balding

作曲 : Chris Brown/Bobby Brackins/Dwayne Carter/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson/Mark Kragen/Tyrone Griffin/Nicholas Balding

(Young Mulah,baby) You thought it was over I wasn't born last night

I know this hoes ain't right

But you was blowning up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night, oh

B***h, that's that nerve

Why give a b***h your heart?

When she rather have a purse

Why give a b***h your inch?

When she rather have nine

You know how the game goes

She be mine by half time, I'm the shit , oh

B***h, that's that nerve

You all about her, and she all about hers

Birdman Junior in this shit, no flamingos

And I done did everything but trust these hoes

(CB **** with me!)

When a rich nigga want you

And your b***h 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 b***h

I can make a broke nigga rich

But I don't **** with broke b*****s

Got a white girl with some fake t*****s

I took her to the bay with me

Eyes closed smoking m*******a

Rolling up the Bob Marley I'm a rasta

She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk

She wanna see a nigga trap

She wanna **** all the rappers

When a rich nigga want you

And your b***h 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 b***h, let's get to it, right away

We up in this club

Bring me the bottles

I know girl, that you came in this b***h 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 b***h

I can make a broke nigga rich

But I don't **** with broke b*****s

When a rich nigga want you

And your b***h can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

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"

Hah, me and CB in the bay with her

Send 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 ****ing vegetarian

Shout-out Weezy F.,

keep a red bone wet

Rose rolex, hoes on deck

She know I got a check

Do it too good when she ride that shit

Man I wouldn't trust that b***h

No!

Come on, come on, girl

Why you fronting?

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 fronting?

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 babe)

And your b***h can't do nothing for ya

(Can't do nothin' for you)

Oh these hoes ain't loyal (Oh no)

Whoa these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you

(Want you babe)

And your b***h can't do nothing for ya

(Oh)

Oh these hoes ain't loyal

(No they ain't)

Whoa these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see

Let me see

Oh these hoes ain't loyal