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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Carrie Lucas
Carrie Lucas
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Jetmir Salii
Jetmir Salii
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Recording Engineer
Milli Beatz
Milli Beatz
Producer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Producer

Lyrics

Fight! Hey God-, I'm winnin' Hey God-, I'm winnin', I'm winnin' God-, I'm winnin' Got money, now you done switched up on me I used to think about how you would act when a n- 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? (Yeah) Girl, if you don't get the f- from me (get away) I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me (you don't mean nothin') Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me (oh, no) Just be honest, girl, what you want from me? (What you want?) This ain't nothin' new, keep it so one hundred (keep it so one hundred) I can't let none of these n- get one up on me (get one up) I go by God Tiller, you better run from me (don't mean nothin') Give hope to my n-, them n- love money (love money) Adios to them b-, can't get a hug from me (what you want?) I'm high on life, that's what it does for me My numbers goin' up, I feel a buzz comin' (one up) Young n-, young n- Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on, n-) And we like, b- with they own sh-, we don't like gold diggers (yeah) Girl, if you don't get the f- from me (get away) I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me (you don't mean nothin') Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me (oh, no) This the sh- I don't condone in Cheatin' on your man, but you can get it if you want it Lookin' for a bad b-, I finally found a culprit N- takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah Hatin' a- n-, why won't you shut up? This the motherf- 502 come up And every time I'm back in the city Every b- with a hidden agenda run up ('cause I'm on, n-) Young n-, young n- Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on, n-) And we like, b- with they own sh-, we don't like gold diggers (yeah) Girl, if you don't get the f- from me (get away) I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me (you don't mean nothin') Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me (oh, no) Every n- 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 d- and longevity Don't settle for less, or for infidelity N- ain't built like me He can't bag and pipe and leave that - like me Or even keep the business behind his lips like me I got a hundred f- problems Good brain, am I f- 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, n- taught me how to get it Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it If she throw that p- at me, I'ma hit it Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no (Boy, if you don't get-) Young n-, young n- Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you (bring 'em all with you) And we like, b- with they own sh-, we don't like gold diggers (yeah) Girl, if you don't get the f- from me (get away) I know you thought we had somethin' special But you don't mean nothin' to me (you don't mean nothin') Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me (oh, no) Hey God-, I'm winnin' Hey We don't like gold diggers I'm winnin', I'm winnin' God-, I'm winnin' Oh, no!
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Bryson Tiller, Jetmir Salii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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