loyal (west coast version)

young mula

baby!

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

a nigga fell in love

turn into a woosy

24-7 he was eating that pussy

but these hoes ain't faithful

a nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though

i been knowing not to trust these hoes

i get bread

get head

and fuck these hoes

in that order

don't switch it around

relationships change

it's so different now

no high-school sweetheart

these bitches pimpin'

all these opinions

women on women

lickin' them titties

sex in the city

hella instagram likes" but you ain't pretty