Chris Brown — Loyal Tedsmooth Remix

[Intro: Sheek Louch (Chris Brown) {DJ Tedsmooth}] Who y'all talkin’ to, man? Uh Uh! L.O.X. (Yeah, let me see) You know we had to do this right? REMIX! {Ted Smooth, straight face, you remember!} [Verse 1: Sheek Louch {Chris Brown}] Hey! Feelin like I just got signed (Yeah!) Feelin like these hoes all mine Ha! But I know they ain't loyal (Uh Uh) If I leave ‘em out too long they'll spoil {Oh} Oh-Oh-Oh! I can tell she want a thug though (Ha!) Burner on me mad ice in my hublot WOO! Had to take her to my other crib Never bring her ‘round where my baby mama live Pop bottles get a dutch let’s burn up Fuck a movie all she wanna do is turn up (Turn up) Shе just wanna come to my shows I'd done did evеrything but trust these hoes [Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can't do nothing for ya Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal [Verse 2: Styles P {Chris Brown}] Let the pound cake and the clear wax oil you (haha) Used to sling girl out aluminum foil Got your bitch out like she just got boiled (ha!) Now she want me to play with her I just lit up a J with her {yeah} Now she want me to stay with her Better have four other bitches to lay with her (better) Cause my wife gon' kill me (kill me) Got five bitches to hit she might feel me {Oh} But them hoes ain't loyal (uh-uh) Get down and dirty somethins' like soil (nope) You a rich nigga, they foil you You a broke nigga won’t call you [Chorus: Chris Brown {Sheek Louch}] When a rich nigga want you And your nigga can’t do nothing for ya Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (I got a story to tell) {REMIX} Whoa, these hoes ain’t loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see [Verse 3: Jadakiss {Chris Brown}] Stayin out nights with the ballers If you a creep you get right with the crawlers (Hmmm) Thought you was in The Heights with Toya (Yup) You in the shorts they letting niggas dog ya {Oh} And that's a fact I took a rich nigga bitch then I passed her back We just did a couple shots blew half a sack Think about it all the time ‘cause her ass was fat {Yeah} Got you open like a kid in the candy store Or you stay away from it they just hand you more They don't own that life, you'll understand me more You just need to know that her pussy can’t be yours SUCKA! [Verse 4: Chris Brown] Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'? Baby, show me something When I call her, she gon' leave And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat Come on, come on, girl, why you frontin'? Baby, show me something You done spent your bread on her And it's all for nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see) [Chorus: Chris Brown] (Uh-huh) When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah, woo) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothing for you) (I got a story to tell) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh, no) Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal Yeah, yeah, let me see (Uh-huh) When a rich nigga want you (Want you, baby, yeah) And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (Oh-whoa-oh) Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (They be playin' games, yeah) Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal (Oh-oh) Yeah, yeah, let me see [Outro: Chris Brown] Yeah, let me see Yeah-ah, let me see Let me see Oh, these hoes ain't loyal Let me see