Louisville artist Bryson Tiller just dropped his 5th studio album, Solace & The Vices, via Trapsoul/RCA Records. The song NO SHARING by Bryson Tiller featuring Luh Tyler talks about a deep, exclusive commitment to a remarkable woman, where Tiller and Tyler express their devotion and willingness to spoil her with luxury while shutting out other romantic prospects. It’s a romantic, boastful anthem celebrating choosing one perfect partner, flexing wealth and loyalty with promises of diamonds, Paris trips, and a future together. The track blends Tiller’s smooth R&B-trap flow with Tyler’s youthful, raw energy, creating a heartfelt and flashy vibe over a slick, bass-heavy beat. Fans on X are buzzing about its playlist-ready energy, fueled by the album’s star-studded hype. Join us for NO SHARING lyrics by Bryson Tiller with Luh Tyler and find out why it’s set to be a fan favorite in Bryson’s trap era.
| Lead Vocals | Bryson Tiller & Luh Tyler |
| Songwriter | Bryson Tiller & Luh Tyler |
| Music Producer | [TBA] |
| Label | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of No Sharing by Bryson Tiller & Luh Tyler
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
She Thinkin’ I’m Shyin’ Away, But Nah, Just Takin’ Some Time
I’m Thinkin’ Of Changin’ My Mind For Her, I Can’t Even Lie
She Tippin’ The Scale, My Nigga, Yeah, For Weighin’ Her Option
She Into Chanel And Shit, It’s Makin’ Her Feel Accomplished
Tiffany Blue On Her Nails, Eat Bonde Feta At Knowledge
And I Spy No Diamond On Her Finger,
Yeah, I Promise (Yeah, I Promise)
And I Spy No Flaw, No Jagged Edges,
Yeah, I Promise (Yeah, I Promise)
Yeah, I Promise (Yeah, I Promise, I)
Twistin’ My Fingers Up For Shawty, Yeah, I Promise, Huh
Never Gonna Break No Promise, Twin,
I Ain’t Catchin’ No Bodies, Homicide
She Got All The Qualities I Like,
That’s Why She Qualified (That’s Right)
Yeah, These Hoes Disqualified (That’s Right),
She Gon’ Get This (Huh, Huh, Huh)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Big Rock, I’ma Give Her These Karats, Ain’t Doin’ No Sharin’ (Ain’t Doin’ No Sharin’)
Gotta Take Shawty Off The Market, And Take Her To Paris (I’ma Take Her To Paris, Uh)
Ghost These Hoes, I Told You I Won’t Embarrass (I Won’t Embarrass You)
I’ma Show These Hoes Exactly Who I Cherish (Who I Cherish)
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
I’ma Show These Hoes Exactly Who I Want, Yeah (Who I Want)
You So Perfect, Girl, You Do Everything They Don’t (Everything They Don’t, Yeah)
I’ma Keep It Real With You, Can’t Fake The Funk, Yeah (Can’t Fake The Funk)
Bae, You Don’t Need No Bbl, You Got That Donk (Got That Ass, Girl)
Love It When Her Hair Did, Her Nails Done (Girl, You So Pretty)
I Don’t Usually Trip, But I Been Fallin’ For Her (Nigga, I’m Trippin’)
She Like, “F**k A Boyfriend, Boy, Come Be My Husband” (Yeah, Hey)
I’m Like, “Girl, Come Show Me That You Really Love Me” (Come Here, Baby)
Ski
[Bridge: Bryson Tiller]
Yes, I’ll Give You Everything
And I Just Want To Get Married, Oh Yeah
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
You The One For Me, Girl, I’m The One For You (Yeah)
She Like, “What You Doin’, Boy? When You Comin’ Through?”
You Fine As Hell, That’s The Truth (Yeah)
I Love You, Text Back Right Away Every Time I Message You
I Love You, Girl, That’s Kinda Scary (Scary)
I Love You Like I Love Money, Girl,
Let’s Go Get Married (Let’s Go Get Married)
Wake Up Chasin’ Benjamins,
Feel Like Tom And Jerry (Like Tom And Jerry)
If We Had A Threesome,
These B!tches Still Couldn’t F**k With You (Yeah)
I Don’t Play No Police Games,
But I Might Be Cuffin’ You (On God)
I Ain’t Tryna Waste No Time, Girl,
I’m Trying To Be Your Man Now (Yeah)
Out All The Pretty Girls In The World,
You The Ones Who Stand Out (To Me)
See Myself Without You? Nah, I Just Cannot (I Can’t)
Up Late, I Ain’t Gettin’ No Rest,
Been Focused On Gettin’ These Checks (Cha-ching)
I’m A Young Rich Nigga, I’m Blessed (Yeah),
My New Girl Shittin’ On My Ex (Damn)
Got Diamonds All On My Chest, 20K For A Show, Nothin’ Less (Huh)
My B!tch Look So Damn Fine Today,
Even Better When She Undressed (Ooh)
Tryna Get You Out Them Panties,
Baby Girl, Let’s Have A Lil’ Sex Tonight (Yeah)
I’m Tryna Sex You Right (Huh), Spoil Her ’til She Right (Yeah)
Get Her Everything She Like (No Cap)
You So Special, Baby Girl, ’cause
I Ain’t Even That Type (No, For Real, I Ain’t That Type)
Do You Love A Nigga For Real Or Do You Love This Life? (Just Let Me Know)
[Verse 4: Bryson Tiller & Luh Tyler]
I Ain’t Perfect, Doin’ My Best, I Put A Big S On My Chest
I Put A Big Rock On Your Hand, Shit, I’m Doin’ Everything I Can
Remember Back When I Was Your Man, Spend A Lot Of Time In Miami
I’ma Have To Go To Tallahassee,
Baby, Before I Do Somethin’ Drastic, Baby
Vice City Girls Get Nasty,
But I Need Somethin’ With A Little More Passion, Baby
Me And These Hoes Been Clashin’,
I Ain’t Took Them On No Dates, No Fancy, Nah
You The Only One I Fancy, Ma,
Tryna Take You Out Somewhere Dancin’, Huh
Get You Up Out Of Them Panties Now,
And Show You What This Young Man About (Ooh)
I Tell Her She Fine, I’m Glad She Shinin’
My Phone Ring, And She Asking ’bout It
I Told Her, “Bae, Them Bands Are Callin’, Pointers On Me, I’m Basketballin'”
I Don’t Know ’bout Love But I Think I’m Fallin’ In It (I’m Fallin’ In Love)
When You Gon’ Come See Me, Girl? It’s Been A Minute (Yeah)
I Miss You, Ayy
[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Ayy, I Miss You, Bae
Hope You Miss Me Too
Mr. Ski Love You, Ski
