Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown
Young Mula, baby!
Haha, you thought it was over?

Verse 1: Lil Wayne
I wasnt 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, oh
Nigga, that’s that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when shed rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when shed rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by halftime, 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!

Chorus: Chris Brown
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Bridge: Chris Brown
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

Verse 2: Chris Brown
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

Chorus: Chris Brown
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Verse 3: Chris Brown
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

Bridge: Chris Brown
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

Chorus: Chris Brown
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

Verse 4: Tyga
(Ha!) Uh, rich young nigga
Name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money aint a thing"
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her
I sent her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, lets talk about this ice that Im carrying
All these karats like Im a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a redbone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldnt trust that bitch, no

Verse 5: Chris Brown
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
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 fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

Chorus: Chris Brown
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga cant 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 cant do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal, they be playing games, yeah
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Outro: Chris Brown
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes aint loyal, let me see