Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown]
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
, 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 halftime, I m the shit, oh
, 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
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal. Yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich, took a broke s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake , 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 trap, she wanna all the rappers
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[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 s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya (Want you babe)
And your can t do nothing for ya (No nothing)
These hoes ain t loyal (Ooh no)
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Uh, rich young , name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out,
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
, 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 halftime, I m the shit, oh
, 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
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal. Yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Just got rich, took a broke s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake , 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 trap, she wanna all the rappers
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya
And your can t do nothing for ya
These hoes ain t loyal
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[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 s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don t with broke bitches
[Chorus]
When a rich want ya (Want you babe)
And your can t do nothing for ya (No nothing)
These hoes ain t loyal (Ooh no)
These hoes ain t loyal, Yeah yeah
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Uh, rich young , name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out,