[Hook 1] D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't sorry A Nin-nit, nah D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't sorry A [Verse 1] A He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry) E A I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry) E A Headed to the club (I ain't sorry) E A I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry) E D Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain't sorry) A D I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up A D Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry) A D I ain't thinking 'bout you A I ain't thinking 'bout [Bridge 1] A E Middle fingers up, put them hands high A E Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry) A E Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye A N.C. Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 2] D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (You) I ain't sorry A I ain't thinking 'bout you D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't sorry A No no, hell nah [Verse 2] A E Now you want to say you're sorry A Now you want to call me crying E Now you gotta see me wilding A Now I'm the one that's lying E And I don't feel bad about it A It's exactly what you get E Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 3] D A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't thinking 'bout you A I ain't thinking 'bout you D A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't thinking 'bout you A I ain't thinking 'bout you [Bridge 2] A E Middle fingers up, put them hands high A E Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye) A E Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye) A N.C. Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 4] D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't sorry A Nin-nit, nah D (Sorry) I ain't sorry A (Sorry) I ain't sorry D I ain't sorry A No no, hell nah [Verse 3] A E Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home A E Today I regret the night I put that ring on A E He always got them fucking excuses A E I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is [Outro] D I left a note in the hallway C#m By the time you read it, I'll be far away D I'm far away C#m But I ain't fucking with nobody D Let's have a toast to the good life C#m Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes D Me and my baby, we gon' be alright C#m We gon' live a good life D Big homie better grow up C#m Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up D I see them boppers in the corner C#m They sneaking out the back door D He only want me when I'm not there C#m D He better call Becky with the good hair N.C. He better call Becky with the good hair