154 acessos
Young Mula, baby
(Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see)
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
Nigga, 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 a 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 a 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 a 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 this money 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 a 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
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"
Hah, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home
So you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these carrots like
I'm a fucking majorchampion
Shout out Weezy F, keep a red bone wet
Rose rolex, hoes on dick
She knows I got the check
Do it too good when she rock that dick
Man, I wouldn't trust that bitch, no!
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 a 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 a 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