[Verse 1: I'm way too different to treat the You still playing I beat the game I'm not with the the make up shit I'm on some wake up and up shit So no apologies just Make stacks for my niggas all my G's Tryna to kick I don't like your Curve a chick a lipo doctor
[Verse 2: Tiller] I used to think how you would act a nigga got money Now you done up on me Now you say "what's up?" to me Okay so now you wanna make to me
[Hook: Tiller] Girl if you get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something But you don't mean to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 3: Tiller] Just be honest, girl, what you from me? This ain't new, keep it so 100 I can't let of these niggas get one up on me I go by God-Tiller, you better run me hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, get a hug from me I'm high on life, that's what it for me My numbers up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)
[Bridge: Bryson nigga, young nigga Your bad too? Then tell 'em with you And we like, bitches with own shit We don't like diggers
Bryson Tiller] Girl if you get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something But you don't mean to me Girl I'm you not the one for me
[Verse 4: Bryson the shit I don't condone Cheating on your man but you can get it if you it for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, ass nigga, why won't you shut up? This the motherfuckin' 502 up And time I'm back in the city Every bitch with a hidden run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, nigga friends bad too? Then tell 'em with you And we like, bitches they own shit We don't like gold
[Hook: Bryson Girl if you don't get the from me I know you we had something special But you mean nothing to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 5: Look, you could've and you would've You get it now but you never it then News yup all our bullets tins I'mma a Benz up full of bands What's up them get back texts Yes we wasn't working out to get back flexing Same phone who's ya I switched up on you What happened to old boy oh he up on you Now she want to ride trying to switched up I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you He came with Tiller I'm with killer Hit [?] like I'm with the young young nigga And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul [?] in the winter like Thanksgiving it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics You niggas far from me 'til your bitch get near it
Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, nigga Your bad too? tell 'em come with you And we like, with they own shit We don't like gold
[Hook: Tiller] Girl if you don't get the fuck me I know you thought we had something But you don't nothing to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
It get to a point you know You get it's like what is you doing it for So when you somebody special it's like They become 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 That your motivation (ya) You what I'm saying (Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot Of course when you have somebody that is the same thing Or even just grinding just as hard it's it's something it's) So what's your (You)