Chris Brown - Loyal East Coast Version Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY! (Let me see)Haha, you thought it was over? (Let me see)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]I wasn't born last nightI know these hoes ain't rightBut you was blowing up her phone last nightBut she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ohNigga, that's that nerveWhy give a ***** your heartWhen she rather have a purse?Why give a ***** your inchWhen she rather have nine?You know how the game goesShe be mine by half time, I'm the shit, ohNigga, that's that nerveYou all about her, and she all about hersBirdman Junior in this *****, no flamingosAnd I done did everything but trust these hoes(CB ***** with me!)[Hook: Chris Brown]When a rich nigga want youAnd your nigga can't do nothing for yaThese hoes ain't loyalThese hoes ain't loyalYeah, yeah, let me see[Bridge: Chris Brown]Just got richTook a broke nigga's *****I can make a broke ***** richBut I don't ***** with broke *****es[Verse 2: Chris Brown]Got a white girl with some fake tittiesI took her to the bay with meEyes closed smoking marijuanaRolling up the Bob Marley I'm a RastaShe wanna do drugs (drugs) smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)She wanna see a nigga trapShe wanna ***** all the rappers (uh-huh)[Hook]When a rich nigga want youAnd your nigga can't do nothing for yaThese hoes ain't loyalThese hoes ain't loyalYeah, yeah, let me see[Verse 3: Chris Brown]Black girl with a big bootyIf she a bad *****, let's get to it, right awayWe up in this clubBring me the bottlesI know girl, that you came in this ***** with your manThat's a no-no girlAll this money in the airI wanna see you dance[Bridge]Just got richTook a broke nigga's *****I can make a broke ***** richBut I don't ***** with broke *****es[Hook]When a rich nigga want youAnd your nigga can't do nothing for yaThese hoes ain't loyalThese hoes ain't loyalYeah, yeah, let me see[Verse 4: French Montana]HAH! Once Cirocs in the systemAin't no telling will I ***** them, will I diss themThat's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by bloodNot relation, I don't chase em, I replace em (HAH!)LVs, Hermes, DolcesThem hoes, ain't loyal, man, they rotateSchool me to the game, now I know my dutyPut her in the LotusShe was riding in that hoopty (WHOOP!)***** that *****I got my own ho***** your weedI got my own smokeHad to put my mink back onTell that *****, put her ring back onMontana[Verse 5: Chris Brown]Come on, come on, girlWhy you frontin'?Baby show me somethingWhen I call her, she gon' leaveAnd I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheatCome on, come on, girlWhy you frontin'?Baby show me somethingYou done spent your bread on herAnd it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)[Hook]When a rich nigga want youAnd your nigga can't do nothing for yaThese hoes ain't loyalThese hoes ain't loyalYeah, yeah, let me see
