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Young Mula, baby [Lil' Wayne] I wasn't born last night I know this hoes ain't right But you was blown up her phone last night But she ain't have a ringer or 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 an inch? When she rather have nine You know how the game goes She be mine, by half-time, I'm the shit, oh N*gga, 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 [Chris Brown] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can 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 tities 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, 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 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 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 do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [French Montana] What's a rock in the system? Ain't no tellin will I fuck em will I dissed em That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood No relation, I don't chase em, I re-place em LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes, ain't loyal, mehn they rotate School me to the game, now I know my duty Put it in the loader She was riding in the hoot Fuck that bitch I got my own hoe Fuck your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my ring back on Tell that bitch Put her ring back on Montana [Chris Brown] Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? Baby show me something When I call her, she gon' leave And I bet that bottom dollars 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, lemme see When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see These hoes ain't loyal