Yo, Mula, basic!
Ha ha ha.
He thought it was over.
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 a ring or no her ring on last night.
Oh, nigga, that's that nerve.
Why give a bitch a 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 halftime,
I'm the *, ooh Nigga, that's that nerve You all about her and she all about herbs
Bird Red Jr.
and this bitch know flamingos
And I done did every day,
but trust these hoes
See me * with
When a rich nigga want you
Then your nigga can't do nothing for you Boy,
boy, boy These
hoes ain't loyal
Whoa,
these hoes 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 * 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 there by Molly, I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna * all the rappers, huh?
When a rich nigga want you,
want you, baby Then you'll live, I can't do nothing for ya, nothing,
no Ah,
these hoes ain't loyal, no they ain't
No,
these hoes ain't loyal,
yeah,
yeah
Black girl with a big booty,
she a bad bitch,
let's get to it
Get to it Try to run it
Clean up in this club
Bring me the bottles I know girl
That you pimpin' 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 bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't * with broke bitches
When a rich nigga want you
And young nigga can't do nothing for ya, no nothing,
no So these hoes ain't loyal,
oh no So
these hoes ain't loyal,
yeah yeah yeah yeah Rich young nigga,
name got bigger and my chains got bigger so my chains got bigger Ferrari,
Jaguar, switchin' four lanes with the top down,
screamin' out money ain't a thang
Me and CB in the bay with her I sent her back home so you could lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying All these carats like I'm a * vegetarian
Shout out Weezy F,
Jeeper, Redbone, Wet Rose, Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a 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
When I call up,
she gon' leave And I bet the bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl, why you frownin'?
Baby, show me somethin'
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothin'
I'm a rich nigga, won't you?
Won't you,
baby?
And you'll hear that I can't do nothin'
for you
These hoes ain't loyal
Oh, no
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah,
let me see When a rich nigga want you,
want you, baby Then your nigga can't do nothing for you
Oh, what a hoe
These hoes ain't loyal
They been playing games Yeah,
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah,
let me see Yeah,
let me see
Yeah,
let me see
Let me see
All these holes ain't no Let me see