[Lil´ Wayne]
I wasn´t to born last night
I know this hoes ain´t right
But you was blown up her phone last night
But she ain´t have a ringer or 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 an inch?
When she rather have nine
You know how the game goes
She be mine, by half-time, I´m the shit, oh
N*gga, 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

[Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain´t loyal
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 tities
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 a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain´t loyal
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
Took a broke nigga´s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don´t fuck with broke bitches

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain´t loyal
These hoes ain´t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[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"
Hah, me and CB in the bay with her
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 check
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn´t trust that bitch
No!

[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 dollars 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, let me see

When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can 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
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
These hoes ain´t loyal
These hoes ain´t loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see