Tell my haters I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry, I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money), Get money

Tell my haters I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money)

Get money, Tell my haters I’m sorry

Let me tell you a bit about me take it back when I was three

People wouldn’t have picked me up

But shit they couldn’t do that for free

And my childhood was scary

Had to overcome what feared me the most

So I went and bought me that demon

And went and copped me that ghost

I was all scared of witches so went and bought me a broom

And I know you want me to go broke

Baby, but that ain’t no time soon

And I know how you feel cuz them feelins used to be mine

I used to stand back of the that while the others skipped that line

Now I got the keys bitch this GG with the muushtyne

What they let me do for free I see they made you pay a fee

My lifestyle Ferrari my food choice Calamari

My money old as Atari I’m just saying I’m sorry

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry) I’m sorry

I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money), Get money

Tell my haters I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money)

Get money, Tell my haters I’m sorry

Big Latto, Yea

Youngest and richest you look at the racks and the tennis and tell that I’m getting it (ice)

I’m winnin wrap the C8 Pussy Pink or I might pull up Cocaine Bentley

Cuban link cost me a 50 and I spent a dub on the titties

My ex hit the ‘Latto and fumbled it I know that nigga feel shitty

He tell me he sorry, chain cost a Rari, I’m just getting started

Hated by many I ride like a hem now he in his feelins

Don’t tell me you love me if you tellin lies

Don’t say that you down if you ain’t tryna ride

Knew they wasn’t solid now they switchin sides

Left hand on the wheel right hand on my thigh

Fuck around get your soul snatched

You might never get your hoe back (yea, yea)

White Chanel bag and the toes match

These real VV’s need no flash

Boss bitch worth a whole bag

He pass the Glock like hold that

In the trunk where the pole at 6 figures on the chain made em more mad

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry) I’m sorry

I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money), Get money

Tell my haters I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money)

Get money, Tell my haters I’m sorry

Sorry but not sorry nobody ain’t never said sorry to me

Never apologize for being green even through that I still kept it G

I got global scales, I’m booked overseas

But can still get you a price on them P’s

How the fuck I crank this car with no keys

Whole nother tax bracket out of your league

Ima keep havin this money my way

New Rollie watch tell the time in the day

Member them times I had nowhere to lay

Now I board a net with no overlay

Ok, I’m not sorry no, uh-uh

Ain’t no stop and go

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry) I’m sorry

I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money), Get money

Tell my haters I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry (I’m sorry), I’m sorry (I’m sorry)

I’m sorry I just keep gettin money (get money)

Get money (get money), Get money (get money)

Get money, Tell my haters I’m sorry