Lyrics of 'Loyal (feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga)' by Chris Brown

[Lil Wayne]
Young Mula, baby

[Chris Brown]
(Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see)

[Lil Wayne]
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, ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
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, ooh
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

[Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa, 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

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (no, they ain't)
Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

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

Just got rich (got rich)
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches (girl, it's you)

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh, no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Tyga]
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
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her
Send her back home
So you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no

[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

When a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh, oh)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games, yeah)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Let me see