[Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!
(Haha, you thought it was over?)
[Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain"t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain"t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
n****, that"s that nerve
Why give a b**** your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a b**** your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I"m the s***, oh
n****, that"s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b****, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f*** with me!)
[Chris Brown]
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't 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 n****"s b****
I can make a broke b**** rich
But I don"t f*** with broke b******
Got a white girl with some fake t******
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 n**** trap
She wanna f*** all the rappers
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't 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 b****, let"s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this b**** 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****"s b****
I can make a broke b**** rich
But I don"t f*** with broke b******
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain"t loyal
These hoes ain"t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Tyga]
Uhhhh
Rich young n****
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
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 f****** vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a check
Do it too good when she rock that d***
Man I wouldn't trust that b****
No!
[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 done spent your bread on her
And it"s all for nothing
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain"t loyal
These hoes ain"t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
YOUNG MULA, BABY!
(Haha, you thought it was over?)
[Lil Wayne]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain"t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain"t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
n****, that"s that nerve
Why give a b**** your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a b**** your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I"m the s***, oh
n****, that"s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b****, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f*** with me!)
[Chris Brown]
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't 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 n****"s b****
I can make a broke b**** rich
But I don"t f*** with broke b******
Got a white girl with some fake t******
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 n**** trap
She wanna f*** all the rappers
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't 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 b****, let"s get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this b**** 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****"s b****
I can make a broke b**** rich
But I don"t f*** with broke b******
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain"t loyal
These hoes ain"t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Tyga]
Uhhhh
Rich young n****
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
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 f****** vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a check
Do it too good when she rock that d***
Man I wouldn't trust that b****
No!
[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 done spent your bread on her
And it"s all for nothing
When a rich n**** want you
And your n**** can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain"t loyal
These hoes ain"t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see