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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)
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