FWYS lyrics

[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 b*tch 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 f*ck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you f*ck with yourself? Huh

[Verse]
Why are you trying to f*ck with me? I ain’t got sh*t 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*ggas 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 b*tches, 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 f*ck, 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 b*tch 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 f*ck with yourself
Huh, why don’t you f*ck with yourself? Huh