[Intro: Chris Brown (Lil Wayne)] (YOUNG MULA BAAAAY-BAY!!) Let me see Haha, you thought it was over? Let me see
[Lil Wayne:] I wasn't born last night I know this hoes ain't right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain't have her ring nor her ring on last night, ooh Nigga, that's that nerve Why give a bitch your heart when she rather have a purse? Why give a bitch your inch when she rather have nine? You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time I'm the shit, ooh - 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!
[Chorus: Chris Brown] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (ohhh) These hoes ain't loyal... (whoooa) These hoes ain't loyal... (yea-yeah - let me see)
[Interlude: Chris Brown] Just got rich Took a broke nigga's bitch I can make a broke bitch rich But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chris Brown:] Got a white girl with some fake titties I took her to the Bay with me Eyes closed, smokin' marijuana Rollin' up the Bob Marley I'm a Ra-sta She wanna do drugs (drugs) Smoke weed, get drunk (wasted) She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers (uh-huh)
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[Chris Brown:] 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, 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
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[Tyga:] AUUGH! Rich young nigga; name got bigger and my change got bigger so my chains got bigger Ferrari, Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out "Money ain't a thang!" Hah, me and CB in the Bay with her Send her back home so you can lay with her Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' All these carrots[?] like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet Rose rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check Do it too good when she ride that dick (whoo!) Man I wouldn't trust that bitch - NO! (Haha)
[Chris Brown:] 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)