[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
Ayy

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Nah baby, don't say that, ayy
Nah baby, don't say that
You, I know we go way back, uh
Now, you frontin' on me, girl, I hate that (Damn, ayy)
You know I hate that but I'm loving how you fuck me
But why you thug me, one-and-done me?
Made me chase you, I'm not a running back
Pull up with a stick, you better run me back
Girl, I'm stuck on you like honey
Still fronting, I know you want me
Tryna done me, we ain't done, we back

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Can I get it started? Got Henny from the bar
'Till we duck in my apartment
Henny, yeah, she drippin' like faucet (Faucet)
Put this on my mission, I've accomplished
I've hit it in my car, turn this shit into a carcass
Ain't remember where my car is, I whipped it like a Taurus
See me hittin' charges, we can head to Neiman Marcus
I dress you 'till your sharpest, you're pressin' where my heart is
Margiela mob, then I hit 'em, heels tall, I'm like bitch, I'm still ballin'
So much drip that these bitches feel parched
And even I feel parched, you say you don't feel sorry, nah
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Nah baby, don't say that, ayy
Nah baby, don't say that
You, I know we go way back, uh
Now, you frontin' on me, girl, I hate that (Damn, ayy)
You know I hate that but I'm loving how you fuck me
But why you thug me, one-and-done me?
Made me chase you, I'm not a running back
Pull up with a stick, you better run me back
Girl, I'm stuck on you like honey
Still fronting, I know you want me
Tryna done me, we ain't done, we back

[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
Yeah, me and money go together like it's Marshawn and skittles
I was rollin' in the deep, now it's Adele on my crystals
Used to find me in the hood, like Kool-Aid and pickles
Basic cable, ballin', n***as watchin' Malcolm in the Middle
Yeah, down with me, okay, you doubtin' me, yeah, it's simple
N***as lookin' at me weird, we gon' drown 'em with the pistol
Yeah, everybody wanna be a boss now (Boss)
They just read up on my own sauce, wow
You gotta watch what you say around me
Just keepin' it real, yeah, you got me bent (Hold up)
I'm contemplatin' on cash, so I can't be thinkin' about what you really meant (Damn)
Don't say we really clear, when you really tint (Damn)
Don't say you a hundred if you ain't makin' sense (Yeah)
Ayy, some gold at fuckin' Wendy's (Damn)
I'm hungry, I'm on empty, I don't eat I get offensive
Now you tellin' me
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Guapdad 4000]
Nah baby, don't say that, ayy (Yeah)
Nah baby, don't say that
You, I know we go way back, uh
Now, you frontin' on me, girl, I hate that (Damn, ayy)
You know I hate that but I'm loving how you fuck me
But why you thug me, one-and-done me?
Made me chase you, I'm not a running back
Pull up with a stick, you better run me back
Girl, I'm stuck on you like honey
Still fronting, I know you want me
Tryna done me, we ain't done, we back