Chris Brown - Loyal ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga || Zahir Music
Chris Brown - Loyal ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga || Zahir Music
Chris Brown - Loyal ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga || Zahir Music
Chris Brown - Loyal ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga
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(Lyrics):
[Intro: Lil Wayne, Chris Brown]
Young Mula, baby!
(Let me see)
Haha
You thought it was over?
(Let me see)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, Chris Brown]
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, ooh
N*gga, that's that nerve
Why give a b*tch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a b*tch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by halftime
I'm the shit, ooh
N*gga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b*tch, no flamingos
And I done did everythin' but trust these hoes (Let me see)
CB, f*ck with me

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah-yeah, let me see

[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke n*gga b*tch
I can make a broke b*tch rich
But I don't f*ck with broke b*tches

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana
Rollin' up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs (Drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted)
She wanna see a n*gga trap
She wanna f*ck all the rappers (Let me see)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
(Uh-huh)
When a rich n*gga want you (Want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya (Nothin', no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah-yeah, let me see

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b*tch, 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*tch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance
[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Just got rich (Got rich)
Took a broke n*gga b*tch (Yeah)
I can make a broke b*tch rich
But I don't f*ck with broke b*tches (Girl, it's you)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
(Uh-huh)
When a rich n*gga want you (Yeah-yeah, want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya (No, nothin', no-woah)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh-oh-no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, let me see

[Verse 4: Tyga]
(Ha!) Rich young n*gga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thing" (Ha!)
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her (Bay with her)
I sent her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats like I'm a f*ckin' vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., kee