Loyal (West Coast Version) [feat. Lil Wayne & Too $hort]

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