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JAY-Z

"Loyal (Remix)"

[Intro: Lil Wayne, Chris Brown & (Nic Nac)]
Young mula, baby! (Let me see)
Haha, 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
n*gga, that’s that nerve
Why give a b*tch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a b*tch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the sh*t, oh
n*gga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b*tch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f*ck with me!)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2: French Montana]
HAH! Once Cirocs in the system
Ain’t no telling will I f*ck them, will I diss them
That’s what they be yelling, I’m a pimp by blood
Not relation, I don’t chase em, I replace em (HANNNN!)
LVs, Hermes, Dolces
Them hoes, ain’t loyal, man, they rotate
School me to the game, now I know my duty
Put her in the Lotus
She was riding in that hoopty (WHOOP!)
f*ck that b*tch
I got my own ho
f*ck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that b*tch, put her ring back on
Montana

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you, want you babe
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3: Too Short]
A n*gga fell in love
Turn into a woosy
24-7 he was eating that pus*y
But these hoes ain't faithful
A n*gga like me will have your b*tch on tape though
I been knowing not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and f*ck these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now
No high-school sweetheart
These b*tches pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
b*tch!

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you, want you babe
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4: Tyga]
(Ha!) Uh, rich young n*gga
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 sent 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*cking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a redbone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check
Do it too good when she ride that di*k
Man I wouldn't trust that b*tch, 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 done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing

[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you, want you babe
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich n*gga want you, want you babe
And your n*gga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain’t loyal, they be playing games
These hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Outro: Chris Brown & Nic Nac]
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal, let me see

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