[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
Young Mula, baby
You thought it was over?
[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
, that s that nerve, why give a bitch your 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 shit, oh
, 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
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal. Yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich, took a broke s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake , I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I m a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a trap, she wanna all the rappers
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let Âs 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
Just got rich, took a broke s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya (Want you babe)
And your can t do nothing for ya (No nothing)
These hoes ain t loyal (Ooh no)
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Uh, rich young , name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out,