Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris Brown: Em D/B C Young Mula, baby C D Em You thought it was over? Verse 1: Lil Wayne: Em D/B C I wasn't born last night, I know these hoes ain't right C D Em But you was blowing up her phone last night,
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh Em D/B C Nigga, that's that nerve, why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? C D E 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 Em D/B C Nigga, that's that nerve, you all about her, and she all about hers C D Em Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos And I done did everything but trust these hoes Chorus: Em D/B C When a rich nigga want ya C D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Em D/B C These hoes ain't loyal C D Em These hoes ain't loyal. Yeah yeah Verse 2: Chris Brown: Em D/B C Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch C D Em I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches Em D/B C Got a white girl with some fake titties, I took her to the Bay with me C D Em Eyes closed, smoking marijuana, rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta Em D/B C She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk C D C She wanna see a nigga trap, she wanna fuck all the rappers Chorus: Em D/B C When a rich nigga want ya C D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Em D/B C These hoes ain't loyal C D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah Verse 3: Chris Brown: Em D/B C Black girl with a big booty, if she a bad bitch let'?s get to it C D Em (Right away) We up in this club (bring me the bottles) Em D/B C I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man C D Em That's a no-no girl, all this money in the air I wanna see you dance Em D/B C Just got rich, took a broke nigga's bitch C D Em I can make a broke bitch rich, but I don't fuck with broke bitches Chorus: Em D/B C When a rich nigga want ya (Want you babe) C D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothing) Em D/B C These hoes ain't loyal (Ooh no) C D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah Verse 4: Tyga: Em D/B C Uh, rich young nigga, name got bigger and my change got bigger, so my chains got bigger C D Em Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing" Em D/B C Ha, me and CB in the Bay with her, I sent her back home so you can lay with her C D Em Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying, all these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Em D/B C Shout-out Weezy F. keep a redbone wet, Rose Rolex, hoes on deck, she know I got a check C D Em Do it too good when she ride that dick, man I wouldn't trust that bitch, no Verse 5: Chris Brown: Em D/B C Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something C D Em When I call her, she gonna leave, and I bet that bottom dollar she gonna' cheat Em D/B C Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting? Baby show me something C D Em You done spent your bread on her, and it's all for nothing Chorus: Chris Brown: Em D/B C When a rich nigga want ya C D Em And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Em D/B C These hoes ain't loyal C D Em These hoes ain't loyal, Yeah yeah
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