G xx003x D xx023x G 35543x
D xx023x A xx222x F#m 24422x
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
[Verse 1] D
He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)
A D
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
A D
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
A D
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
A G
Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain't sorry)
D G
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
D G
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry)
D G
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout
D A
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D A
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
D A
Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
(You) I ain't sorry
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
No no, hell nah
[Verse 2]D A
Now you want to say you're sorry
D
Now you want to call me crying
A
Now you gotta see me wilding
D
Now I'm the one that's lying
A
And I don't feel bad about it
D
It's exactly what you get
A
Stop interrupting my grinding
G D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
G D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D A
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D A
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
D A
Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
No no, hell nah
D A
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
D A
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
D A
He always got them fucking excuses
D A
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
G
I left a note in the hallway
F#m
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
G
I'm far away
F#m
But I ain't fucking with nobody
G
Let's have a toast to the good life
F#m
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
G
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
F#m
We gon' live a good life
G
Big homie better grow up
F#m
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
G
I see them boppers in the corner
F#m
They sneaking out the back door
G
He only want me when I'm not there
F#m G
He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
