Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
EmD/BC
Young Mula, baby
CDEm
You thought it was over?
Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
EmD/BC
I wasn't born last night,
I know these hoes ain't right
CDEm
But you was blowing up her phone last night,
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
EmD/BC
Nigga, that's that nerve, why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
CDE
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
EmD/BC
Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hers
CDEm
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
ChorusEmD/BC
When a rich nigga want ya
CDEm
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
EmD/BC
These hoes ain't loyal
CDEm
These hoes ain't loyal. Yeah yeah
Verse 2: Chris Brown]
EmD/BC
Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch
CDEm
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches
EmD/BC
Got a white girl with some fake titties, I took her to the Bay with me
CDEm
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
EmD/BC
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
CDC
She wanna see a nigga trap, she wanna fuck all the rappers
ChorusEmD/BC
When a rich nigga want ya
CDEm
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
EmD/BC
These hoes ain't loyal
CDEm
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
Verse 3: Chris Brown]
EmD/BC
Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let's get to it
CDEm
(Right away) We up in this club (bring me the bottles)
EmD/BC
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
CDEm
That's a no-no girl, all this money in the air I wanna see you dance
EmD/BC
Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch
CDEm
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches
ChorusEmD/BC
When a rich nigga want ya (Want you babe)
CDEm
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothing)
EmD/BC
These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no)
CDEm
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
Verse 4: Tyga]
EmD/BC
Uh, rich young nigga, name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
CDEm
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing"
EmD/BC
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her, I sent her back home so you can lay with her
CDEm
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
EmD/BC
Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
CDEm
Do it too good when she ride that dick, man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no
Verse 5: Chris Brown]
EmD/BC
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something
CDEm
When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheat
EmD/BC
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something
CDEm
You done spent your bread on her, and it's all for nothing
Chorus: Chris Brown]
EmD/BC
When a rich nigga want ya
CDEm
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
EmD/BC
These hoes ain't loyal
CDEm
These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.