Loyal (East Coast Version) (feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)

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 blowing up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night

Ooh, 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

Ooh, 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 (got rich)

Took a broke nigga bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich (bitch rich)

But I don't fuck with broke bitches (broke, broke)

Got a white girl with some fake titties (fake titties)

I took her to the Bay with me (Bay with me)

Eyes closed smoking marijuana (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 (uh-huh)

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 (yeah)

I can make a broke bitch rich (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 woah woah)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, let me see

(Haaan!) Once Ciroc in the system

Ain't no telling will I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em

That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood

Not relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em (haaan!)

LVs, Hermes, Dolces (Dolce)

My hoes ain't loyal, man they rotate

School me to the game, now I know my duty

Put her in the Lotus, she was riding in that hoopty (whoop)

Fuck that bitch, I got my own hoe

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 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 nothing (yeah, yeah yeah)

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby, woo)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh no)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they been playing games, yeah)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (no-oh)

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