Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics - Trapsoul - 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 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 something special 

But you don't mean nothing to me 

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me 

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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 niggas get one up on me 

I go by God Tiller, you better run from me 

Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood 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 going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up) 

Young nigga, young nigga 

Your friends bad too? 

Then tell 'em come with you 

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 something special 

But you don't mean nothing to me 

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me 

This the shit I don't condone 

Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it 

Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit 

Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah 

Hey now 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 

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 something special 

But you don't mean nothing 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 love sick, 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 fucking problems 

Good brain, am I fucking 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, nigga taught me how to get it 

Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it 

If she throw that pussy at me I'mma 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 

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 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!