Lyrics:<br /><br />I wasn't born last night<br />I know these hoes ain't right<br />But you was blowing up her phone last night<br />But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh<br />Nigga, that's that nerve<br />Why give a bitch your heart<br />When she rather have a purse?<br />Why give a bitch your inch<br />When she rather have nine?<br />You know how the game goes<br />She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh<br />Nigga, that's that nerve<br />You all about her, and she all about hers<br />Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos<br />And I done did everything but trust these hoes<br />(CB fuck with me!)<br /><br />When a rich nigga want you<br />And yournigga can't do nothing for ya<br />These hoes ain't loyal<br />These hoes ain't loyal<br />Yeah, yeah, let me see
