Sorry Not Sorry

Sorry Not Sorry 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 ni*** 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 f*** 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 ni***, young ni*** 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 f*** 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 ni***, 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, ni***!) Young ni***, young ni*** 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 Girl if you don't get the f*** 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 ni*** 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 pu*** 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, ni*** taught me how to get it Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it If she throw that pu*** at me I'ma hit it Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no (Boy if you don't get) Young ni***, young ni*** 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 Girl if you don't get the f*** 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!