Loyal
Chris Brown - Topic Lyrics

Young Mula, baby
Introduction to the song

I woke up all last night
I couldn't sleep because I knew something was off

I know this hoes ain't right
I know these girls are not trustworthy

But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But you were calling and messaging her all night

But she ain't have a ringer nor her ring on last night ooh
But her phone was on silent and she wasn't wearing her ring

Nigga, that's that nerve
I can't believe how nerve-wracking this is

Why give a bitch your heart? when she rather have a purse
Why would you give a girl your love when she only wants your money?

Why give a bitch your inch? when she rather have nine
Why would you give a girl a little when she wants a lot?

You know how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
I know how this works, I'll have her back eventually, but for now, I'm doing great

You all about her, and she all about hers
You're all about her and her needs, and she's just focused on herself

Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
I'm surrounded by rich people and nothing but money, like Birdman Jr.

And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
I've experienced everything except for trusting these girls. Come on, join me, C.B.

When I rich nigga want you
When a wealthy man desires you

And your nigga can do nothing for ya
And your current boyfriend can't do anything for you

Oh these hoes ain't loyal
These girls are not faithful

Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
These girls cannot be trusted

Just got rich
I just became wealthy

Took a broke nigga bitch
I stole a girl from a poor guy

I can make a broke bitch rich
I can give a girl who was poor a lot of money

But I don't fuck with broke bitches
But I don't want to be with poor girls

Got a white girl with some fake titties
I have a Caucasian girl with artificial breasts

I took her to the Bay with me
I brought her with me to the San Francisco Bay Area

Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
I'm relaxing, smoking marijuana with my eyes closed

Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar
I'm living luxuriously, doing drugs and feeling like a rockstar

She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wants to do drugs, smoke marijuana, and drink alcohol

She wanna see a nigga trapped
She wants to see a man in trouble

She wanna fuck all the rappers
She wants to have sex with every rapper

Black girl with a big booty
African-American girl with a large posterior

If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (Right away)
If she is a desirable girl, let's pursue her immediately

We up in this club, bring me the bottles
We are at the club and I want some bottles of alcohol

I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
I know that you came here with your boyfriend

That's a no no girl
You shouldn't be with him

All is funny in the air
There is a strange atmosphere in here

I wanna see you dance
I want to see you dancing

With Ciroc in the system?
After drinking Ciroc vodka?

Ain't no tellin' will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
I don't know if I'll have sex with them or reject them

That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
That's what people say, I am a natural pimp

No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
No emotional attachment, I don't chase girls, I just move on to the next one when I'm done

LVs, Hermes, Dolces
I dress in expensive brands like Louis Vuitton, Hermes, and Dolce & Gabbana

Them hoes ain't loyal, they rotatin'
These girls are not loyal, they are always changing their minds

School me to the game, now I'm on my duty
Teach me how to play, now I'm doing it myself

Put it her in the Lotus she was riding in that hooptie
I put her in my luxurious Lotus car while she used to ride in a cheap one

fuck that bitch
I don't care about that girl

I got my own hoe
I have my own girl

fuck your weed
I don't want your marijuana

Got my own smoke
I have my own marijuana

Had to put my mink back on
I had to wear my expensive fur coat again

Tell that bitch put a ring back on, Montana
Tell her to put her engagement ring back on, Montana

Come on, come on, girl why you frontin'?
Why are you acting like you're not interested in me?

Baby show me something
Show me how you feel

When I call her, she gon' leave
When I call her, she will break up with her current boyfriend

And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
And I'm sure she will be unfaithful

You don' spent bread on her
You have spent a lot of money on her

And it's all for nothing
And it's all in vain

Yeah, let me see
Repeat of chorus

Oh these hoes ain't loyal
Repeat of chorus