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