Текст песни Loyal - The R&B Allstars

Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over

I wasn't born last night
I know these niggas ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
And she ain't have her ring on or a ring on last night
Oh, 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'd be mine by halftime
I'm the shit, ho, 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
Ah, these niggas ain't loyal
Woah, these niggas ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich, took a broke nigga
I can make a broke nigga rich
But I don't fuck with broke niggas
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up the Bob Marley, I'm a Rasta
She wanna do cocaine
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)
Ah, these niggas ain't loyal (No, they ain't)
Woah, these niggas ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black girl with a thick booty
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 (Yeah)
I can make a broke nigga rich
But I don't fuck with broke niggas

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

With CÎROC in the system, ain't no telling
"Will I fuck 'em? 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
LV's, Hermès, Dolce
Bitches ain't loyal, man, they rotate
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Put it in the Lotus, she was riding in a hooptie
Fuck that bitch, 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

Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet the bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your ring on her
And it's all for nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothing for you)
Ah, these niggas ain't loyal (Oh, no)
Woah, these niggas ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh, whoa)
Ah, these niggas ain't loyal (They be playing games)
Woah, these niggas ain't loyal (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
(Let me see)
Ah, these niggas ain't loyal