Verse 1
This ain't for my ex this for them hoes
That act like They don't know me
It's cool
They'll love me in the morning
Shout out to them hoes that's only after When a dude get some buzz
It's a couple of girls i wanted but i ain't get no love
TLC got these girls like they ain't want no scrubs
And kanye got every n*gga like every woman looking for gold
And not to mention this generation I'm living in is really ridiculous
How the hell you get loyalty tattooed across your chest
Buy you cheating with your exes on yours misses
How the hell we live in a generation where talking is consider more than actually dating
I'm tired of it
This the everyday basics
Sorry not sorry
I don't forgive
I ain't letting nobody in
Sorry if you think we had something special
But i was never nothing to you
Yeah you probably wish you we're the one for me
Me too
But you never gave a n*gga a chance
So why all of em come around when a n*gga got bands
It's pretty damn funny if you ask me
Cause where yo was ass was at when a n*gga was nothing
Now i'm dodging these hoes like a catty
Yeah I hear that they calling me
But
[Bryson Tiller & King Libra-Bridge]
Young Tiller, young Libra
Her friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, b*tches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers
[Bryson Tiller & King Libra-Hook]
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Bryson Tiller-Verse 3]
This the sh*t I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad b*tch, I finally found a culprit
n*gga taking shots, and I'm 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!)
[Bryson Tiller-Bridge]
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
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 something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Bryson Tiller-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*cking problems
Good brain, am I f*cking 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)
[Bridge]
Young n*gga, young n*gga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
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 something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Outro]
Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers...
God...damn I'm winning
Oh no!