Sorry Not Sorry - Bryson Tiller

Fight!
Hey
God damn...I'm winning
God damn! I'm winning
Got money now you done switched up on me

I used to think about how you would act
When a n_gga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to me

Girl if you don't get the f_ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Just be honest, girl what you want from me?
This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these n_ggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my n_ggas, them n_ggas blood money
Adios to them b_tches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

Young n_gga, young n_gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, b_tches with they own sh_t
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the f_ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

This the sh_t I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad b_tch, I finally found a culprit
N_gga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hey now n_gga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherf_ckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every b_tch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, n_gga!)

Young n_gga, young n_gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, b_tches with they own sh_t
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the f_ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Every n_gga did you wrong, except for me
I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
I'll give you long d_ck and longevity
Don't settle for less or for infidelity
N_ggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and leave that p_ssy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred f_cking problems
Good brain, am I f_cking with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it
If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it
Thankful for my papa, n_gga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it
If she throw that p_ssy at me I'mma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
(Boy if you don't get)

Young n_gga, young n_gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, b_tches with they own sh_t
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the f_ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers...
God...damn I'm winning
Oh no!

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