Young Mula, baby You thought it was over? I wasn't born last night I know these h-es 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 Ni–a, that's that nerve Why give a bi-ch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? Why give a bi-ch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes She be mine by half time, I'm the sh-t, oh Ni–a, that's that nerve You all about her, and she all about hers Birdman Junior in this bi-ch, no flamingos And I done did everything, but trust these h-es (CB f–k with me!) When A rich ni–a want ya And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya These h-es ain't loyal These h-es ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Just got rich Took a broke ni–a bi-ch I can make a broke bi-ch rich But I don't f–k with broke bi–hesGot a white girl with some fake ti–ies I took her to the Bay with me Eyes closed, smoking marijuana Rolling up that Bob Marley I'm a rasta She say she wanna do drugs, Smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a ni–a trapped She wanna f–k all the rappers When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby) And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (nothing no) These h-es ain't loyal (no they ain't) These h-es ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Black girl with a big booty If she a bad bi-ch, let's get to it right away We up in this club Bring me the bottles I know girl, that you came in this bi-ch with your man That's a no no girl All this money in the air I wanna see you dance Just got rich Took a broke ni–a bitch I can make a broke bi-ch rich But I don't f–k with broke bi-ches When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby) And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing) These ho-s ain't loyal These ho-s ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see With ciroc in the system? Ain't no telling will I fu-k them, will I diss them That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood No relation, I don't chase ‘em, I replace ‘em LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them h-es ain't loyal. Man, they rotate School me to the game, now i know my duty Put it in the loader She was riding in the hoot F-ck that bi-ch I got my own h-e F-ck your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bi-ch Put a ring back on Montana Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? 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 frontin'? Baby show me something You just spent your ring on her And it's all for nothing When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby) And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya) These ho-s ain't loyal These ho-s ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich ni–a want you (want you baby) And your ni–a can't do nothing for ya These ho-s ain't loyal These ho-s ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Let me see These ho-s ain't loyal Let me see Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com