[Hook 1] B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B I ain't sorry F# Nin-nit, nah B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B 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# B Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain't sorry) F# B I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up F# B Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry) F# B 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] B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B (You) I ain't sorry F# I ain't thinking 'bout you B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B 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] B F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B I ain't thinking 'bout you F# I ain't thinking 'bout you B F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B 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] B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B I ain't sorry F# Nin-nit, nah B (Sorry) I ain't sorry F# (Sorry) I ain't sorry B 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] B I left a note in the hallway A#m By the time you read it, I'll be far away B I'm far away A#m But I ain't fucking with nobody B Let's have a toast to the good life A#m Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes B Me and my baby, we gon' be alright A#m We gon' live a good life B Big homie better grow up A#m Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up B I see them boppers in the corner A#m They sneaking out the back door B He only want me when I'm not there A#m B He better call Becky with the good hair N.C. He better call Becky with the good hair