Loyal - Remix

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(The Conglomerate)

I wasn't born last night

I was born on a flight

So high, not a hater in sight

You ain't fly, you dress like you might be scared of heights

And you got your nerve

And since I'm in the street, my bitch gotta have courage

She lookin' both ways, tryna find Mr. Right (Yeah)

Thinkin' she can find him 'cause he standin' by the light, uh

She fuckin' for the cheese

And her plan A is not to take a plan B (Bitch)

Table, spoon, forks, water, pop, coke (Yeah)

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

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

Joy Ave on the beat, make the cypher complete, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

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)

'Less I'm gettin' head, ain't no hoes on my mind

'Cause I know they ain't loyal, around 'cause I'm bore-y (Ha)

Baby, you can't out-slick a can of Oil (Nah)

In my DMs 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 (Powder)

Then go home to you sniffin' 'round who you with (Louder)

But she your only chick, so you chokin' up the nonsense

Bozo-ass nigga, that's the guilt on her conscience, ha

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, woah, no)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

Bay Area, that's where he from

The land of where these hoes nine-to-five is to be a lead on

Broke bitches out for niggas gettin' C-notes

But all they get is auto-tunes, make a ho hit a G-note

You standin' in my meet-and-greet

But all these hoes get is to greet my meat

She want my barber cap, so when T.J. call me

I just pulled up to the house like, "Yahoo, 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

When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby)

And your nigga can't do nothin' for ya (Nothin', no)

Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (No, they ain't)

Woah, these hoes ain't loyal (Yeah, yeah)