Lyrics 'Chris Brown - Loyal'
[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor 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 by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, 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
(CB fuck with me!)
[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga's bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Hook]
[Verse 3 — Chris Brown:]
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
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 4 — Tyga:]
Uh
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!"
Ha, 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 karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
[Verse 5 — Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
[Hook]
Chords 'Chris Brown - Loyal'
[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
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 Em
But you was blowing up her 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 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, oh
Em D/B C
Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hers
C 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 ya
C D Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for 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
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 Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for 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 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 bigger
C 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 her
C D Em
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Em D/B C
Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
C 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 something
C D Em
When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheat
Em D/B C
Come on, come on, girl, why you 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 Em
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Em D/B C
These hoes ain't loyal
C D Em
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah