⢠⢠⢠⢠Young Mula, baby
Thought it was over
I wasn't born
last night
I know these
h--s ain't right
but you was blowin'
up her phone last night
but she ain't have
her ringer nor her
ring on last night, oh
N--ga, that's that nerve
Why give a b--ch
your heart when she'd
rather have a purse
Why give a b--ch
an inch when she'd
rather have nine
You know how
the game goes
She be mine by
half time
I'm the s--t, oh
N--ga, that's that nerve
You all about her
and she all about hers
Birdman Junior
in this b--ch
no flamingos
and I done did
everything but trust
these h--s
When a rich
n--ga want you
and your n--ga can't
do nothin' for ya
Ah, these h--s
ain't loyal
Whoa, these h--s
ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich
Took a broke n--ga b--ch
I can make a
broke b--ch rich
but I don't f--k
with broke b--ches
Got a white girl
with some fake t--ties
I took her to
the Bay with me
Eyes closed
smokin' marijuana
Rollin' up that
Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs
Smoke w--d, get drunk
She wanna see
a n--ga trapped
She wanna f--k
all the rappers
When a rich
n--ga want you
and your n--ga can't
do nothin' for ya
Ah, these h--s ain't loyal
No, they ain't
Whoa, these h--s
ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Black girl
with a big booty
If she a bad b--ch
let's get to it
Bring me the bottle
I know, girl
that you came in
this b--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 n--ga b--ch
I can make a
broke b--ch rich
but I don't f--k
with broke b--ches
When a rich
n--ga want you
and your n--ga can't
do nothin' for ya
Ah, these h--s ain't loyal
Whoa, these h--s
ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
With Ciroc in the system
ain't no tellin'
will I f--k 'em
will I diss them
That's what they
be yellin'
I'm a p--p by blood
No relation
I don't chase 'em
I replace 'em, ha
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them h--s ain't loyal
Man, they rotate
School me to the game
now I know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was ridin'
in the hootie
F--k that b--ch
I got my own h--
F--k your w--d
I got my own smoke
Had to put my
mink back on
Tell that b--ch
put a ring back on
Montana
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'
Baby, show me somethin'
When I call her
she gon' leave
and I bet them bottom
dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you frontin'
Baby, show me somethin'
You just spent your
ring on her
and it's all for nothin'
When a rich
n--ga want you
and your n--ga can't
do nothin' for ya
Ah, these h--s ain't loyal
Whoa, these h--s
ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich
n--ga want you
and your n--ga can't
do nothin' for ya
Ah, these h--s ain't loyal
Whoa, these h--s
ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Ah, these h--s ain't loyal
Bounce it, thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up
to them big face hundreds
Just bounce it
bounce it, bounce it
