Loyal (West Coast Version)
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, Christopher Wallace, Deric Michael Angelettie, Dwayne Carter, Mason Betha, Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Todd Anthony Shaw, Stanley Cox, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Mark Lanthier Kragen, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Bobby Brackins, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Abou Thiam, Asha Puthli
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