[Verse 1: I'm way too to treat the same You still playing I beat the game I'm not the breakup the make up shit I'm on some up and cake up shit So no apologies just Make stacks for my all my power G's Tryna to kick I don't like soccer a chick like a lipo doctor
[Verse 2: Tiller] I used to about how you would act When a nigga got Now you switched up on me Now you say "what's up?" to me so now you wanna make love to me
[Hook: Bryson Girl if you don't get the fuck me I you thought we had something special But you don't nothing to me Girl I'm you not the one for me
[Verse 3: Bryson Just be honest, girl, you want from me? This ain't new, keep it so 100 I let none of these niggas get one up on me I go by God-Tiller, you run from me hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me I'm high on life, what it does for me My numbers going up, I feel a coming (one up)
Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, nigga Your bad too? Then tell 'em with you And we like, bitches with they own We don't gold diggers
Bryson Tiller] Girl if you get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something But you mean nothing to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 4: Bryson This the shit I don't Cheating on man but you can get it if you want it Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you up? This the 502 come up And every I'm back in the city bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
[Bridge: Tiller] Young nigga, nigga Your bad too? Then tell 'em come you And we like, bitches with they own We don't gold diggers
Bryson Tiller] Girl if you don't get the from me I you thought we had something special But you mean nothing to me Girl I'm you not the one for me
5: Fabolous] Look, you could've and you would've You get it now but you never understood it News bulletin yup all our bullets I'mma pull a up Pocket of bands What's up them get back texts Yes we working out time to get back flexing Same who's this ya I switched up on you What to old boy oh he bitched up on you Now she want to ride stick to switched up When I do to cut I hit Rich up on you He came with Tiller I'm posed with Hit [?] like I'm with the young nigga young And now it's with the boy who rap soul [?] in the like Thanksgiving dinner Like Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics You niggas stay far from me 'til bitch get near it
Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, nigga Your friends bad Then tell 'em come you And we like, with they own shit We like gold diggers
[Hook: Tiller] if you don't get the fuck from me I you thought we had something special But you mean nothing to me Girl I'm you not the one for me
It get to a point that you You get money it's like what is you it for So when you find somebody special it's become your motivation behind what you do You what I'm saying (ya) You got a lady or you got (Of course) You know ever you got become your motivation (ya) You what I'm saying (Motivation is key it makes it a lot easier Of course when you have somebody that is doing the thing Or even just grinding just as hard it's really it's it's) So what's motivation (You)