Loyal lyrics

by

John Mayer


[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 sh*t, 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., keep a redbone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that di*k (Woo)
Man, I wouldn't trust that b*tch, no (Haha)
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
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 nothin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, let me see)

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

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Yeah, let me see
Yeah-ah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
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