Loyal (Remix)

[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 bitch 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 fuckin' for the cheese, and her plan A is not to take a Plan B (Bitch)

Famous pool, Porsche, wanna pop corks (Yeah)

And bitch, you want a ring, then you should've played sports

Bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Troy Ave]

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga 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 dick (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 nigga, that's the guilt on the conscious (Ha)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Sage The Gemini]

(Uh-huh)

When a rich nigga want you (Yeah-yeah, want you, baby)

And your nigga 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 bitches all for niggas 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 nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothin' for ya

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal

Yeah-yeah, let me see