loyal

young mula

baby!

ha ha

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

oh

nigga

that's that nerve

why give a bitch your heart

when she rather have a purse?

why give a bitch your inch

when she rather have nine?

you know how the game goes

she be mine by half time

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

when a rich nigga want you

and your nigga can't 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 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

black girl with a big booty

if she a bad bitch

let's get to it

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

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 ain't a thing!"