Young Mula, baby!
Ha ha
(Let me see)
You thought it was over?
(Let me see)
I wasn’t born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowin’ up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, ooh
Nigga, 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, 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 (Let me see)
CB, fuck with me
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal
Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga’s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smokin’ marijuana
Rollin’ up that Bob Marley, I’m a rasta
She wanna do drugs (Drugs)
Smoke weed, get drunk (Wasted)
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers (Let me see)
When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya (Nothing, no)
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (No, they ain’t)
Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
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
Just got rich (Got rich)
Took a broke nigga’s bitch (Yeah)
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don’t fuck with broke bitches (Girl, it’s you)
(Oh-oh)
When a rich nigga want you (Yeah, yeah, want you, baby)
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya (No, nothing, no-whoa)
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (Oh-oh-oh-oh-no)
Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let me see
(Ha!) 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 thing” (Ha!)
Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her (Bay with her)
I sent her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin’
All these karats 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 (Woo)
Man, I wouldn’t trust that bitch, no (Ha ha)
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 done spent your bread on her
And it’s all for nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)
(Uh-huh)
When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah, woo)
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya (Can’t do nothing for you)
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (Oh, no)
Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
(Uh-huh)
When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah)
And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya (Oh-whoa-oh)
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal (They be playin’ games, yeah)
Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal (Oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah-ah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain’t loyal
Let me see
The Reality of Loyalty in Modern Relationships
“Loyal” by Chris Brown is a provocative reflection on trust and faithfulness within the context of fame and wealth. The song explores the recurring theme of loyalty, or the lack thereof, among partners in romantic relationships. Through its candid lyrics, Chris Brown, along with featured artists, delves into the dynamics between success, temptation, and fidelity. The narrative suggests that financial status plays a significant role in shaping romantic interests, with the chorus emphasizing the idea that “these hoes ain’t loyal” when faced with the allure of a “rich nigga.” The verses further develop the tension between genuine connection and material motives, ultimately painting a picture of skepticism and caution.
Song Credits
Songwriters: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Tyga, Nic Nac, Bobby Brackins
Release Year: 2014
Label: RCA Records