Sorry Not Sorry

[Intro]

"Fight!"

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

I'm way too different to treat the same

You still playing, I already beat the game

I'm not with the breakup to make up shit

I'm on some wake up and cake up shit

So, no apologies, just a pile of G's

Make stacks for my niggas, all my pals are G's

Trying to kick it, I don't like your soccer

Curve a chick like a lipo doctor, HA!

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller]

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 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 going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

[Bridge: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Verse 4: Bryson Tiller]

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

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!)

[Bridge: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Verse 5: Fabolous]

Ay, look, you could've been and you would've been

You get it now but you never understood it then

News bulletin, yup, all I pull is tens, yup

I'ma pull a Benz up

Pocket full of Bens

What's up, with them get back texts?

Guess we wasn't working out, time to get back flexing

Same phone, "who's this?" Yeah, I switched up on you

What happened to old boy, oh he bitched up on you?

Now she wanna ride stick, trying to witch up on you

When I do wanna cut I hit Rich up on you

He came through with Tiller

I'm posted with killer

Hit Relly like I'm with the young nigga, young nigga

And now it's T R A P S O U L, with the boy who rap soul

Tapes in the winter like it's Thanksgiving dinner

Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics

You niggas stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it, huh?!

[Bridge: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

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

[Outro]

It get to a point that you know

You get money it's like what is you doing it for

So when you find somebody special it's like

They become your motivation behind what you do

You know what I'm saying  (ya)

You got a lady or you got kids (of course)

You know what ever you got

That become your motivation (ya)

You know what I'm saying

(Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot easier

Of course when you have somebody that is doing the same thing

Or even just grinding just as hard it's really it's something it's)

So what's your motivation (you)