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