K-pop Lyrics

Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)
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
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!)
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
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 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
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
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't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
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!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I 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 cheque
Do it too good
when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!
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 just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
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