[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown] YOUNG MULA, BABY!
(Haha, 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 blowning 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
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[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: Too Short] A nigga fell in love Turn into a woosy 24-7 he was eating that pussy But these hoes ain't faithful A nigga like me will have your bitch on tape though I been knowing not to trust these hoes I get bread, get head, and fuck these hoes In that order Don't switch it around Relationships change, it's so different now No high-school sweetheart These bitches pimpin' All these opinions Women on women Lickin' them titties Sex in the city Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty Bitch!
[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 done spent your bread on her And it’s all for nothing
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