Loyal (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: OT Genasis]
(Let me see)
Turn up
(The Conglomerate)

[Verse 1: OT Genasis]
I wasn't born last night
I was born on a flight
So high, not a hater in sight
You ain't fly, you're dressed like you might be scared of heights
And you got your nerve
And since I'm in the street, my b*tch better have curves (Safe)
She lookin' both ways tryna find Mr. Right (Yeah)
Thinkin' she can find him 'cause she standin' by the light
Uh, she f*ckin' for the cheese, and her plan A is not to take a Plan B (b*tch)
Famous pool, Porsche, wanna pop corks (Yeah)
And b*tch, you want a ring, then you should've played sports
b*tch

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Troy Ave]
When a rich n*gga want you
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (It's Young Ave on the beat)
Yeah-yeah, let me see (Make your cypher complete)
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
There's too many divas, not enough dimes
If it ain't about paper, then I ain't got time (Nah)
Money moves puttin' me ahead, so I grind (Uh-huh)
Plus I'm gettin' head, ain't no hoes on my mind
'Cause I know they ain't loyal, around 'cause I'm boiled (Hot)
Baby, you can't out-slick a can of oil (Nah)
In my DM's, on the low from your man (Uh-huh)
So when I hit that, I'ma do it for the 'Gram
Same way she'll sniff a line off my di*k (Thotie)
And go, homie, you sniffin' 'round who you with (Loudie)
'Cause she your only chick so you chalk it up to nonsense
Bozo ass n*gga, that's the guilt on the conscious (Ha)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Sage The Gemini]
(Uh-huh)
When a rich n*gga want you (Yeah-yeah, want you, baby)
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya (No, nothin', no-woah)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh-oh-oh-no)
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, let me see (Uh)

[Verse 3: Sage The Gemini]
Bay Area, that's where he from
The land of where these hoes nine-to-five is to be a lead-on
Broke b*tches all for n*ggas gettin' c-notes
But all they get is autotunes, make a ho hit a g-note
You standin' at my meet and greet
But bll these hoes get is to greet my meat
She want my [?] so when TJ call me
I just pulled up to the house like, "Yeah, ho, yeet"
I be laughin' at these girls gettin' fame off Insta
You proud of that, girl, but you better not kiss her
Now you sittin' at home, waitin' to exhale
But you ain't want me, you are XXL (Squad)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
When a rich n*gga want you
And your n*gga can't do nothin' for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Woah, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah-yeah, let me see