Loyal (East Coast Version) [feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana]

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 blowing up her phone last night But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night Ooh, 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 Ooh, 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 (got rich) Took a broke nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich (bitch rich) But I don't fuck with broke bitches (broke, broke) Got a white girl with some fake titties (fake titties) I took her to the Bay with me (Bay with me) Eyes closed smoking marijuana (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 (uh-huh) 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 (yeah) I can make a broke bitch rich (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 woah woah) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no) Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, let me see (Haaan!) Once Ciroc in the system Ain't no telling will I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood Not relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (haaan!) LVs, Hermes, Dolces (Dolce) My hoes ain't loyal, man they rotate School me to the game, now I know my duty Put her in the Lotus, she was riding in that hoopty (whoop) Fuck that bitch, I got my own hoe Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch, put her ring back on (Montana) Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'? Baby, show me somethin' 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 somethin' You done spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah yeah) When a rich nigga want you (want you baby, woo) 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, yeah, let me see When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they been playing games, yeah) Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (no-oh) 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