Loyal East Coast Version Lyrics by Chris Brown
Loyal East Coast Version Lyrics
feat. French Montana, Lil Wayne
[Intro: Chris Brown] + (Lil Wayne)
(YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY~!!) Let me see
Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see
[Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ring 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, ohh - 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~!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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
[Interlude: Chris Brown]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chris Brown]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana
Rolling up the Bob Marley I'm a Ra-sta
She wanna do drugs (drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown]
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
[Interlude] + [Chorus]
[French Montana]
HAH! Once Cirocs in the system
Ain't no tellin' will I fuck them, will I diss them
That's what they be yellin', I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation, I don't chase em, I replace em (HAH!)
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes ain't loyal, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put it in the loader, she was riding in the hooty (WHOOP!)
Fuck that bitch, I got my own ho
Fuck your weed, I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch, put her 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 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus] - 2X