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