Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
Fight!
Hey!
Goddamn— I'm winning
Goddamn! I'm winning, I'm winning
God!
Got money, now you done switched up on me

[Verse 1: 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 2: 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 Gawd 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)

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
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

[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]
This the shit I don't condone in
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, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah
Hating ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfucking 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)

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
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

[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]
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 fucking problems
Good brain, am I fucking 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!)

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha)
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: Bryson Tiller]
Hey!
Goddamn!
Hey!
We don't like gold diggers—
Goddamn I'm winning, I'm winning
Goddamn I'm winning
Oh no!