Loyal

Em  D/B  C
           Young Mula, baby
C  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 right
C                      D         
   But you was blowing up her 
        Em
phone last night,

   But she ain't have her ringer nor
 her ring on last night, oh
Em             D/B             C
   Nigga, that's that nerve, why 
give a bitch your heart when she'd 
rather have a purse?
                    C              
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd
       D                   E
 rather have nine? You know how the 
game goes,

she be mine by halftime, I'm the 
shit, oh
Em             D/B             C
   Nigga, that's that nerve, you all
 about her, and she all about hers
        C                     D
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no 
         Em
flamingos

And I done did everything but trust 
these hoes

[Chorus]

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya
         C           D          
And your nigga can't do nothing for 
Em
ya
Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal
C   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 bitch
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C        D                  Em
   I can make a broke bitch rich, 
but I don't fuck with broke bitches
Em       D/B                  C
   Got a white girl with some fake 
titties, I took her to the Bay with 
me
C   D                    Em
    Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, 
rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a 
rasta
Em  D/B            C
      She wanna do drugs, smoke 
weed, get drunk
C   D                 C
      She wanna see a nigga trap, 
she wanna fuck all the rappers

[Chorus]

Em  D/B               C
    When a rich nigga want ya
         C           D          
And your nigga can't do nothing for 
Em
ya
Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal
C   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 it
C        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 man
          C      D          Em
That's a no-no girl, all this money 
in the air I wanna see you dance

Em  D/B          C
        Just got rich, took a broke 
nigga's bitch
C        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          
And your nigga can't do nothing for 
Em
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   
Uh, rich young nigga, name got 
  C
bigger and my change got bigger, so 
my chains got bigger
   C        D                   
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four 
Em
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 her
 C               D                
Okay, let's talk about this ice 
       Em
that I'm carrying, all these karats 
like I'm a fucking vegetarian
      Em           D/B            
Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone 
C
wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she 
know I got a check
C              D                  
Do it too good when she ride that 
 Em
dick, man I wouldn't trust that 
bitch, no


[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
Em                D/B           
Come on, come on, girl, why you 
C
fronting? Baby show me something
       C         D            Em
When I call her, she gonna leave, 
and I bet that bottom dollar she 
gonna' cheat
Em                D/B           
Come on, come on, girl, why you 
C
fronting? Baby show me something
C              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 ya
         C           D          
And your nigga can't do nothing for 
Em
ya
Em  D/B              C
    These hoes ain't loyal
C   D              Em
    These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah 
yeah