Artist: Fabolous f/ Bryson Tiller Album: Summertime Shootout Song: Sorry Not Sorry * Typed by: Cedmaster3K * set to Bryson Tiller's "Sorry Not Sorry" instrumental {"Fight!"} [Fabolous] I'm way too different to treat the same You still playin', I already beat the game I'm not with the break up, the make up shit I'm on some wake up and cake up shit So, no apologies, just a pile of G's Make stacks for my niggas, all my pals are G's Tryna to kick it, I don't like your soccer Curve a chick like a lipo doctor, hah~! [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 somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me [Bryson Tiller] 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) [Interlude: Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too then tell 'em come with ya And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers [Chorus] [Bryson Tiller] This the shit I don't condone and 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 and I'm back, check the postage, yeah Hatin' ass nigga, 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 nigga) [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Fabolous] Ay, look You could've been and you would've been You get it now but you never understood it then News bulletin, yup, all our bullets tins I'ma pull a Benz up, pocket full of bands What's up, with them get back texts? Yes we wasn't workin' out, time to get back flexin' Same phone, "Who's this?" Yeah I switched up on you What happened to old boy, oh he bitched up on you? Now she want to ride stick, tryna witch up on you When I do want to cut, I hit Rich up on you He came through with Tiller, I'm posted with killer Hit Relly like I'm with the young nigga young nigga And now it's T R A P S O U L with the boy who rap S.O.U.L Tapes in the winter like it's Thanksgiving dinner Like it's Christmas spirit, got a gift with lyrics You niggas stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it, huh [Interlude] + [Chorus]