Em D/B C Young Mula, babyC D Em You thought it was over? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]Em D/B C I wasn't born last night, I know these hoes ain't rightC D Em But you was blowing up her phone last night, But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ohEm D/B C Nigga, that's that nerve, why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?C D E Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? You know how the game goes, she be mine by halftime, I'm the shit, ohEm D/B C Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hersC D Em Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos And I done did everything but trust these hoes [Chorus]Em D/B C When a rich nigga want yaC D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for yaEm D/B C These hoes ain't loyalC D Em These hoes ain't loyal. Yeah yeah [Verse 2: Chris Brown]Em D/B C Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitchC D Em I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitchesEm D/B C Got a white girl with some fake titties, I took her to the Bay with meC D Em Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rastaEm D/B C She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunkC D C She wanna see a nigga trap, she wanna fuck all the rappers [Chorus]Em D/B C When a rich nigga want yaC D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for yaEm D/B C These hoes ain't loyalC D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah [Verse 3: Chris Brown]Em D/B C Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let's get to itC D Em (Right away) We up in this club (bring me the bottles)Em D/B C I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your manC D Em That's a no-no girl, all this money in the air I wanna see you danceEm D/B C Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitchC D Em I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches [Chorus]Em D/B C When a rich nigga want ya (Want you babe)C D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothing)Em D/B C These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no)C D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah [Verse 4: Tyga]Em D/B C Uh, rich young nigga, name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got biggerC D Em Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing"Em D/B C Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her, I sent her back home so you can lay with herC D Em Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarianEm D/B C Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a checkC D Em Do it too good when she ride that dick, man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no [Verse 5: Chris Brown]Em D/B C Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me somethingC D Em When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheatEm D/B C Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me somethingC D Em You done spent your bread on her, and it's all for nothing [Chorus: Chris Brown]Em D/B C When a rich nigga want yaC D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for yaEm D/B C These hoes ain't loyalC D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
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Composição: Dupri Jermaine, Roger Parker, Steve Arrington, Griffin (Usa 1) William, Jay Z, Short (Us 1), Carter Charles Cedel, Buddy L Hank, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown, Nic Nac, Bobby Clifton Iii Brackins, Ty Griffin, Mistah Fab, French Montana, B I G Hoodboss, Mark Kragen, Mark Lanthier Kragen, Abou Thiam e Hood
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