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