if u like this song listen to these songs. botch better have my money,the hills,bounce it, my way,trap queen, often,again,be Killen it, turnt way Oslo. nasty freestyle
Young mula, baby (let me see)! Ha ha, you thought it was over? (let me see) [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 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, oh 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!) [Hook - Chris Brown:] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya These hoes ain't loyal These hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [Bridge - 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 [Verse 2 - Chris Brown:] Got a white girl with some fake titties 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 nigga trap She wanna fuck all the rappers [Hook] [Verse 3 - 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 [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 4 - Tyga:] Uh Rich young nigga Name got bigger and my change got bigger So my chains got bigger Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!" Ha, me and CB in the bay with her I send her back home so you can lay with her Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet Rose Rolex, hoes on deck She know I got a cheque Do it too good when she ride that dick Man I wouldn't trust that bitch No! [Verse 5 - Chris Brown:] Come on, come on, girl Why you fronting? 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 fronting? Baby, show me something You just spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing
+Jody Wijaya yea! :3 Chrisbrown can't sue so many people for using his music. there are like millions people using this as a background music for their video. i too used it once. and my video is still on youtube.
Young Mula, baby I woke up all last night I know this hoes ain't right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain't have a ringer 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 go she be mine, 'bout 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've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me! When I rich nigga want you And your nigga can 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 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, smoking marijuana Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk She wanna see a nigga trapped She wanna fuck all the rappers When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothin' oh) 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 is funny 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 fuck with broke bitches When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothin' no) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (Oh no) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see With Ciroc in the system? Ain't no tellin' will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em LVs, Hermes, Dolces Them hoes ain't loyal, they rotatin' School me to the game, now I'm on my duty Put it her in the Lotus she was riding in that hooptie fuck that bitch I got my own hoe fuck your weed Got my own smoke Had to put my mink back on Tell that bitch put a ring back on, Montana 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 don' spent bread on her And it's all for nothing When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothin' for you) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (Oh no) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see When I rich nigga want you (Want you babe) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh) Oh these hoes ain't loyal (No they ain't) Whoa these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Yeah, let me see Let me see Oh these hoes ain't loyal
if u like this song listen to these songs. botch better have my money,the hills,bounce it, my way,trap queen, often,again,be Killen it, turnt way Oslo. nasty freestyle
