Sorry Not Sorry

Yeah

(Can we have the check, please?) Gang-gang

Today, I ain't in the mood, I don't want your pussy, I'm cool

Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list, got a kid with a bitch, he stupid

Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him, don't hit when we come back, shoot

Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him," nigga, everybody know you a goof

I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis

Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose-leaf

This eighth came straight from auntie, we pink slip boys, no car lease

My cup all pink like a Barbie, I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncé

Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid, too high pourin' lean on the jet plane

She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay, free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang

Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank and my wrist all green like my watch fake

My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby and my outfit uppin' the crime rate (us)

Diamonds give a bitch a headache, switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch

Damn, near tearin' the bitch, me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch

Uh, I done ran around 50 men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (hoo)

Ain't got a care in this bitch, they up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch

Pretty ass hoe pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch

I got seven homes filled with clothes, sauce on the way in this bitch (yeah)

I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this bitch (uh-huh)

I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (skeet)

Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (whoo)

I done helped out my mans, I put my mom in a brand new Benz

Niggas is grown with they bitch, askin' for pics like a fan

You my dawg, I'll do what I can, brand new fishbowl, look like Saran

Not my type, I'ma still smash rich off rap, I still trap

Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed, still slime, still finesse

I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back

I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at

Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab

Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag

Kiss your bitch goodbye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back

Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath

Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead

I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (oh)

RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (us)

I don't give no fuck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (ooh)

Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (huh)

Took the bitch out to Bottega (huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (slatt)

My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either

Hope no ho think I need her, I'm still mad at Bieber