[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 blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
n***a, that's that nerve
Why give a b**h your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a b**h your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the sh**, oh
n***a, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b**h, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB f** with me!)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
When a rich n***a want you
And your n***a 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 n***a's b**h
I can make a broke b**h rich
But I don't f** with broke b**hes
[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 d**, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a n***a trap
She wanna f** all the rappers
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad b**h, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this b**h 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 n***a fell in love
Turn into a woosy
24-7 he was eating that p**y
But these hoes ain't faithful
A n***a like me will have your b**h on tape though
I been knowing not to trust these hoes
I get bread, get head, and f** these hoes
In that order
Don't switch it around
Relationships change, it's so different now
No high-school sweetheart
These b**hes pimpin'
All these opinions
Women on women
Lickin' them titties
Sex in the city
Hella "Instagram likes" but you ain't pretty
b**h!
[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
[Hook]