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Young Mula, baby You thought it was over? 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'd rather have a purse? Why give a bitch an inch when she'd 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!) When a rich nigga want ya And your nigga can't do nothing for ya ... These hoes ain't loyal These girl ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Just got rich Took a broke nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches 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 trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no) ... These girl ain't loyal (no they ain't) These girl ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see 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, you don't wanna be kissing 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 nigga bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing) ... These girl ain't loyal ... These girl ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see With ciroc in the system? Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate School me to the game, now i know my duty Put it in the loader She was riding in the hoot Fuck that bitch I got my own hoe Fuck your weed I got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch Put a ring back on Montana Come on, come on, girl Why you frontin'? 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 frontin'? Baby show me something You just spent your ring on her And it's all for nothing When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya) ... These girl ain't loyal These girl ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya ... These girl ain't loyal (Let me play games) These girl ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, yeah, let me see ... Let me see These girl ain't loyal Let me see

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