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Timbaland

"Sorry Not Sorry"

[Intro]
Fight!
Hey
Goddamn... I'm winnin'
Goddamn! I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
God
Got money, now you done switched up on me

[Verse 1]
I used to think about how you would act when a n*gga 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

[Hook]
Girl if you don't get the f*ck 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

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my n*ggas, them n*ggas love money
Adios to them b*tches, 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)

[Pre-Hook]
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on n*gga)
And we like, b*tches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers

[Hook]
Girl if you don't get the f*ck 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

[Verse 3]
This the sh*t I don't condone in
Cheatin' on your man but you can get it if you want it
Lookin' for a bad b*tch, I finally found a culprit
n*gga takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass n*gga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherf*ckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every b*tch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, n*gga!)

[Pre-Hook]
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha)
And we like, b*tches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers

[Hook]
Girl if you don't get the f*ck 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

[Verse 4]
Every n*gga 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 di*k and longevity
Don't settle for less or for infidelity
n*ggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and leave that pus*y killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred f*ckin' problems
Good brain, am I f*ckin' 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*gga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it
If she throw that pus*y at me I'ma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
(Boy if you don't get)

[Pre-Hook]
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha)
And we like, b*tches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers

[Hook]
Girl if you don't get the f*ck 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

[Outro]
Hey
Goddamn
Hey
We don't like gold diggers...
Goddamn I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
Goddamn I'm winnin'
Oh no!

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