[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
You say he ain't treatin’ you right
Huh
Still? Yeah
So go and tell me why
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin'? (Why)
Why you frownin', why you down, and (Yeah)
Niggas wildin’, love to waste time, and (That's right)
Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah)
Yeah, I had to dial-in, you was the angel that got assigned him
You had to change him, had to remind him
Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in)
Why even try him? You ain't on the side of him
And if it's not him, I guess it's mine then
I played the side then, guess I'm the main now
Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now)
I know it's strange how (Yeah) you get the praise now
You get the claim now
Things been so much different since I came 'round
She say, "Damn," like she trippin’ out the Greyhound
Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah)
Smiles on your face now ’til your jaws weak (Yeah)
Ain't nobody else it’s all me (It's all me)
Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & The Game]
'Til the mornin', ’til the evenin' (Evenin')
I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)
If he was decent, wait 'til you see this (Yeah)
I bet I love you more than he can (More than he can)
'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin'
I give you real love, when you need it
If he was decent, wait 'til you see this
I bet I love you more than he can
[Verse 2: The Game]
Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck
Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less
Get dressed, then trade up
Two cribs, revolvin' doors, A.M., P.M
I'm in, I'm out, she stressed, she saw a DM
And I'm still not a player, but you still a hater
Elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone
New A.P., pimped out piece
In-house cheeks, Z-4 pimped out seats
Penthouse suite, lease with an option to buy
Coppin' the five-oh Benz, for when I'm not in the sky
Puffin' a lot, sippin' on that Clicquot
Up in the Benz, Heathrow with this freak ho
Drippin' like I'm G Perico
I ain't a player but I crush a lot
When I'm inside a designer, eyeliner turn to tears when I touch the spot
Throw up the Duss', I'm about gettin' loot
And I knock them boots on that Roosevelt roof
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, stay down
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & The Game]
'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin' (Evenin')
I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)
If he was decent, wait 'til you see this (Yeah)
I bet I love you more than he can (More than he can)
'Til the mornin', 'til the evenin'
I give you real love, when you need it
If he was decent, wait 'til you see this
I bet I love you more than he can
[Outro]
I don't wanna be a player no more
Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, stay down
I don't wanna be a player no more
Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
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