Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne, French Montana – Loyal Lyrics
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
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart?
When she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your 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 ’em!)
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga 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 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 bomb molly I’m a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga 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 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
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
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Once the roc in the system?
Ain’t no tell her will I fuck them, will I diss them
That’s what they be yelling, I’m a pimp by blood
No relation, I don’t chase some, I replay some
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain’t loyal, they rotten
School me to the game, now I’m on a goody
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own ho
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 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 just spent your ring on her
And it’s all for nothing
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see