[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
Em D/B C
Young Mula, baby
C D Em
You thought it was over?
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Em D/B C
I wasn't born last night,
I know these hoes ain't right
C D Em
But you was blowing up her phone last night,
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Em D/B C
Nigga, that's that nerve, why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
C D E
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes,
she be mine by halftime, I'm the shit, oh
Em D/B C
Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hers
C D Em
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
[Chorus]
Em D/B C
When a rich nigga want ya
C D Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Em D/B C
These hoes ain't loyal
C D Em
These hoes ain't loyal. Yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Em D/B C
Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch
C D Em
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches
Em D/B C
Got a white girl with some fake titties, I took her to the Bay with me
C D Em
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
Em D/B C
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
C D C
She wanna see a nigga trap, she wanna fuck all the rappers
[Chorus]
Em D/B C
When a rich nigga want ya
C D Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Em D/B C
These hoes ain't loyal
C D Em
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Em D/B C
Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let'?s get to it
C D Em
(Right away) We up in this club (bring me the bottles)
Em D/B C
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
C D Em
That's a no-no girl, all this money in the air I wanna see you dance
Em D/B C
Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch
C D Em
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chorus]
Em D/B C
When a rich nigga want ya (Want you babe)
C D Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothing)
Em D/B C
These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no)
C D Em
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Em D/B C
Uh, rich young nigga, name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
C D Em
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing"
Em D/B C
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her, I sent her back home so you can lay with her
C D Em
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Em D/B C
Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
C D Em
Do it too good when she ride that dick, man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no
[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Em D/B C
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something
C D Em
When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheat
Em D/B C
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something
C D Em
You done spent your bread on her, and it's all for nothing
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Em D/B C
When a rich nigga want ya
C D Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Em D/B C
These hoes ain't loyal
C D Em
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah