Timbaland - Sorry Not Sorry lyrics

[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***a 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** 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***as get one up on me I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me Give hope to my n***as, them n***as love money Adios to them b**hes, 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***a, young n***a Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on n***a) And we like, b**hes with they own sh** We don't like gold diggers [Hook] Girl if you don't get the f** 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** I don't condone in Cheatin' on your man but you can get it if you want it Lookin' for a bad b**h, I finally found a culprit n***a takin' shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah Hatin' a** n***a, why won't you shut up? This the motherf**in' 502 come up And every time I'm back in the city Every b**h with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, n***a!) [Pre-Hook] Young n***a, young n***a Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha) And we like, b**hes with they own sh** We don't like gold diggers [Hook] Girl if you don't get the f** 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***a 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 dick and longevity Don't settle for less or for infidelity n***as ain't built like me He can't bag and pipe and leave that p**y k**ed like me Or even keep the business behind his lips like me I got a hundred f**in' problems Good brain, am I f**in' 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***a taught me how to get it Gotta make sure my brothers is eating, I'ma split it If she throw that p**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***a, young n***a Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you ('cause I'm on witcha) And we like, b**hes with they own sh** We don't like gold diggers [Hook] Girl if you don't get the f** 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!