FWYS
[Chorus]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But if you sad, it’s not my problem
Better go get a bag, go get you some dollars
I’ve been trying to get you some status
Is you mad ‘cause my new bitch badder?
Treat you bad; it’s just how it happened
But I didn’t even mean to do that, actually
I went and got us some money, and now I’m happy
These people out here are so broke, and that why they look sadder
It ain’t even ‘bout that cash; it’s about loving yourself
Huh, you gotta fuck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you fuck with yourself? Huh
[Verse]
Why are you trying to fuck with me? I ain’t got shit for you
I ain’t even looking back, shawty; I’ve been looking forward
And I’m dressеd in all black, shawty, something like a poltergеist
These n***as keep on trying to hang with me, but I don’t even know them guys
Every single day of my life is so damn different; I just roll the dice
I got a problem; there are so many pretty bitches, yeah, and they look fine
I go shopping every day; she asked how much I shop—said “all the time”
I like different brands; I like Marni, I like Saint Laurent
I pop a different swag; I got bored, I had to switch it up
My boy serving chalk with no chalkboard; he gotta bag it up
All of my diamonds flawless; if you look inside, don’t scratch it now
I was just broke as fuck, but I woke up today a millionaire
[Chorus]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But if you sad, it’s not my problem
Better go get a bag, go get you some dollars
I’ve been trying to get you some status
Is you mad ‘cause my new bitch badder?
Treat you bad; it’s just how it happened
But I didn’t even mean to do that, actually
I went and got us some money, and now I’m happy
These people out here are so broke, and that why they look sadder
It ain’t even ‘bout that cash; it’s about loving yourself
Huh, you gotta fuck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you fuck with yourself? Huh
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But if you sad, it’s not my problem
Better go get a bag, go get you some dollars
I’ve been trying to get you some status
Is you mad ‘cause my new bitch badder?
Treat you bad; it’s just how it happened
But I didn’t even mean to do that, actually
I went and got us some money, and now I’m happy
These people out here are so broke, and that why they look sadder
It ain’t even ‘bout that cash; it’s about loving yourself
Huh, you gotta fuck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you fuck with yourself? Huh
[Verse]
Why are you trying to fuck with me? I ain’t got shit for you
I ain’t even looking back, shawty; I’ve been looking forward
And I’m dressеd in all black, shawty, something like a poltergеist
These n***as keep on trying to hang with me, but I don’t even know them guys
Every single day of my life is so damn different; I just roll the dice
I got a problem; there are so many pretty bitches, yeah, and they look fine
I go shopping every day; she asked how much I shop—said “all the time”
I like different brands; I like Marni, I like Saint Laurent
I pop a different swag; I got bored, I had to switch it up
My boy serving chalk with no chalkboard; he gotta bag it up
All of my diamonds flawless; if you look inside, don’t scratch it now
I was just broke as fuck, but I woke up today a millionaire
[Chorus]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But if you sad, it’s not my problem
Better go get a bag, go get you some dollars
I’ve been trying to get you some status
Is you mad ‘cause my new bitch badder?
Treat you bad; it’s just how it happened
But I didn’t even mean to do that, actually
I went and got us some money, and now I’m happy
These people out here are so broke, and that why they look sadder
It ain’t even ‘bout that cash; it’s about loving yourself
Huh, you gotta fuck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you fuck with yourself? Huh