Sorry Not Sorry - Bryson Tiller

Fight!

Hey

Goddamn... I'm winnin'

Goddamn! I'm winnin', I'm winnin'

God

Got money, now you done switched up on me

I used to think about how you would act when a nigga 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 fuck from me

I know you thought we had somethin' special

But you don't mean nothin' to me

Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me

Just be honest, girl, what you want from me?

This ain't nothin' new, keep it so 100

I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me

I go by God Tiller, you better run from me

Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money

Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me

I'm high on life, that's what it does for me

My numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (One up)

Young nigga, young nigga

Your friends bad too?

Then tell 'em come with you ('Cause I'm on, nigga)

And we like, bitches with they own shit

We don't like gold diggers

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me

I know you thought we had somethin' special

But you don't mean nothin' to me

Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me

This the shit I don't condone in

Cheatin' on your man but you can get it if you want it

Lookin' for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit

Nigga takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah

Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you shut up?

This the motherfuckin' 502 come up

And every time I'm back in the city

Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (Cause I'm on, nigga)

Young nigga, young nigga

Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('Cause I'm on, nigga)

And we like, bitches with they own shit

We don't like gold diggers

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me

I know you thought we had somethin' special

But you don't mean nothin' to me

Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me

Every nigga did you wrong, except for me

I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me

Say you lovesick, girl I got the remedy

I'll give you long dick and longevity

Don't settle for less or for infidelity

Niggas ain't built like me

He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me

Or even keep the business behind his lips like me

I got a hundred fuckin' problems

Good brain, am I fuckin' with a scholar?

Woodgrain, I'ma grip it when I whip it

If I take a shot and brick it, I'ma flip it

Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it

Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it

If she throw that pussy at me I'ma hit it

Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no

(Boy, if you don't get!)

Young nigga, young nigga

Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('Cause I'm on, nigga)

And we like, bitches with they own shit

We don't like gold diggers

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me

I know you thought we had somethin' special

But you don't mean nothin' to me

Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me

Hey

Goddamn

Hey

We don't like gold diggers

Goddamn, I'm winnin', I'm winnin'

Goddamn, I'm winnin'

Oh no!