Sango - Bryson Tiller X Goldlink X J Dilla – Louisville, DC (Sango Mix) lyrics

[Remixed by Sango] [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 [Verse 1] We fight tomorrow then we f** again I f** her homie, she find out And then she f** my man Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of sh** Then she call the cops and say "You always make me sick" Then we f** again, we make it up And then we're back to where we used to be And usually, it take like two or three Sometimes it last a week Then we fight again, then I f** her friend This cycle never ends That same little n***a yelling out that west side Was that same motherf**er in that drive-by West side till I motherf**ing D-ie East side get the love when I get high Pop bottles and I forget you even exist Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the Panther fist Baby girl doing better with a star now When I'm so deep in her p**y Make a star child