Mila J - Loyal (Remix) lyrics

rate me

I wasn’t born last night

I know these hoes ain’t right

But she was blowing up her phone last night

But she ain’t have a ring on last night

Oh, nigga, that’s that nerve

I give a bitch a heart when she’d rather have a purse

I give a bitch an inch when she’d rather have nine

You know how the game go, she be mine by half time

I’m the shit, uh, 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 you

And your nigga can't do nothing for you

These hoes ain’t loyal

These Dudes ain’t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Nigga, you just got rich

Now you with a gold digging bitch

She run away with all your shit

That’s what your bitch ass get, nigga

Got a new man, said he love my titties

So I took him to LA with me

Ain’t with that white girl, Lady Gaga

You smoking on that Bob Marley with Ciroc

We used to have fun

Now all we do is smoke, drink, break up

Gone, now you want me back

But you can go ahead with that rat, bitch

When a rich chick want you

And you leave after what I do for you

These dudes ain’t loyal

These hoes ain’t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black girl with a big booty

If she a bad bitch, let’s get to it

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

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga’s bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don’t fuck with broke bitches

When a rich chick want you

And you leave after what I do for you

These dudes ain’t loyal

These hoes ain’t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Rich young nigga

Name got bigger and my chains got bigger

So my chains got bigger

Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes

With the top down screaming, “Money ain’t a thing!”

Me and CB in the Bay with her

I send her back home so you can lay with her

Ok, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carrying

All these carrots like I’m a fucking vegetarian

…rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I gotta check

Do it too good when she ride that dick

Man, I wouldn’t trust that bitch, no

Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting

Baby, show me something

I try to tell you, you ain’t hear me

I try to tell your dumb ass she was gonna leave

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

When a rich chick want you

And you leave after what I do for you

These dudes ain’t loyal

These hoes ain’t loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

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