"Loyal"
(feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)
(feat. Lil Wayne & French Montana)
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
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 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!)
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
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 that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[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
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system?
Ain’t no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
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. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now i know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana
[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
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
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
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 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!)
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want ya
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
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 that Bob Marley
I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs,
Smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the rappers
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)
These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[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
Just got rich
Took a broke nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Verse 4: French Montana]
With ciroc in the system?
Ain’t no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them
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. Man, they rotate
School me to the game, now i know my duty
Put it in the loader
She was riding in the hoot
Fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
Fuck your weed
I got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that bitch
Put a ring back on
Montana
[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
[Chorus:]
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for ya)
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Let me see
These hoes ain't loyal
Let me see
Top News: (the guardian)
Elena Baltacha
Andy and Jamie Murray were joined by Caroline Wozniacki to observe a minute's silence in honour of Elena Baltacha in Madrid on Monday. Photograph: Clive Brunskill/Getty Images
Andy Murray was among a number of players to stand on court and pay tribute to the former British No1 Elena Baltacha with a minute's silence at the Mutua Madrid Open on Monday.
Baltacha died of liver cancer early on Sunday morning aged 30. Several high-profile players, including Murray and his brother Jamie, observed the tribute on Centre Court at the Manolo Santana Stadium before the start of the tournament's night session.
Baltacha was diagnosed with the illness in January, two months after retiring from tennis and only weeks after she married her long-time coach, Nino Severino.
"We are heartbroken beyond words at the loss of our beautiful, talented and determined Bally," Severino said in a statement released by her family.
"She was an amazing person and she touched so many people with her inspirational spirit, her warmth and her kindness."
The statement said Baltacha died peacefully at home. Baltacha had retired from professional tennis after a career which had seen her ranked as the British No1 for 132 weeks, from December 2009 to June 2012.
Her highest singles ranking was 49, which she reached in September 2010.
Anne Keothavong, who retired last year and reached number 48 in the world, played doubles with Baltacha in a number of tournaments including Wimbledon and the London 2012 Olympics.
Keothavong wrote on Twitter: "Words cannot express how much I'll miss Bally. I feel so lucky to have shared so much with her and to have had her as my friend."
The previously announced 'Rally for Bally' – a fundraising series due to be played in June – will now go ahead in her memory. Murray is among those who had committed to play in the event, along with Martina Navratilova and Tim Henman. The money raised will go to the Elena Baltacha Academy of Tennis and the Royal Marsden Cancer Charity.
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