Loal (feat. Chris Brown, French Montana) (Explicit)

歌詞

Young Mula, baby [Lil' Wayne] I went to born last night I know this hoes ain't right But you was blown up a phone last night But she ain't have a ring on, 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, but I have time, I'm the shit, oh N*gga, that's that nerve You all about her, and she all about her Birdman, do you in this bitch, no flamingos And not a day, everyday, but trust these hoes [Chris Brown] When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can 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 freight tities I took her to the bay with me Eyes closed, smoking marijuana Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal 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 is funny in the air I wanna see you dance Just got rich Took a broke nigga's bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [French Montana] What's a rock in the system? Ain't no tell her what I fuck, well I dissed them That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood No relation, I don't chase some, I re-play some LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes, ain't loyal, they rotting School me to the game, now I'm on a goody Put it in the loader She was riding in the hoot Fuck that bitch I got my own hoe Fuck your wig I got my own smoke Had to put my ming back on Tell that bitch Put a ring back on Montana [Chris Brown] Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? Baby show me something When I call her, she gon' leave And I bet a houndred dollars she gon' cheat Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? Baby show me something You just spent your ring on it And it's all for nothing When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see These hoes ain't loyal