Tekst piosenki
[Yea]
[Count that money]
[Hook]
I bet you are my loverr
Bout’ to cut her off I’m sorryy
And you know I could’t trust herr
Tell that b*tch don’t call mee
Hunnit bands on me I’m sorryy
And I’m off that lean I’m sorryy
And I’m bout to get that rarii
So tell that b*tch I’m sorry
[Verse 1]
Now I’m gettin’ moneyy
Sure that b*tch gone call me
But back when I was fucked upp
I said that bitch yea she ain’t call me
So I ain’t worry bout a hoee
Ever since I got my bands upp
And if you talking bout my bands bruhh
I swear tht you would get blamed upp
Yea we just goin crazyy
And my niggas yea they soilderss
A nigga thought he told yaa
Fn57 wit no holsterr
I would pop a nigga and show yaa
I been gettin money thought I rolled upp
Yea I need the rari its so new bruhh
And I don’t know the name
Nigga i don’t know the name
But a nigga [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Sorry girl, I’m so sorry
I’m countin bands yea I told you I’m so sorry
I got that money, for that I’m sorry
Now what you got broke boy I’m sorry
We got everything, that you want
We fucked them bitches up yea i can’t front
Yea we got it all in nigga
I’m flexinn, I’m flexinn, Finessin!
I said that I;m so sorry for everything that you couldn’t do but i put in for
I am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she fuckin wit a rich boi
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
Said I’m so sorry, Yeaa I’m so sorry [ 2 X ]
[Hook]
I’m definitely not sorry!
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