I’m Sorry NoCap
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[Intro]
Aye, bro is that Jambo?
[Verse 1]
Did dirt that I don’t regret
What demons pick me next?
They gon’ ride for a nigga when he winning, when I lose, will you still be there?
Imma bury this cash, Imma cut off the Visa
I be right with her friend, every time I leave her (I’m Sorry)
[Hook]
Money ain’t no problem, it won’t hurt to spend it (I’m Sorry)
We gon’ hit his block up, it won’t hurt to spin it (I’m Sorry)
Make them youngins suit up, come and clear the business (I’m Sorry)
This what I told the cashier, blew a bag up in Lennox (I’m Sorry)
[Verse 2]
Sitting in the back of the Rolls, I don’t evеn know how to park it
Even all them times I was walking, I still had a goddamn Carbinе
Money grow on trees, I’m a dog, barking
Tell my shooter “Get a nigga shot”, then we bargain
Later, we hit all the strippers, fuck bottle girls later
I wouldn’t be where I’m at, I thank God for my haters
Ball like a Center, if we want his hand he gon’ need Staples
I see ‘em watching The Backend Child, it’s the new cable
She telling me I’m dope, I’m the new 80’s
Codeine my organs, they left us starving, they want a part of me
I got some paper, I spin on the daily, you’ll never hear what I need
Aye, bro is that Jambo?
[Verse 1]
Did dirt that I don’t regret
What demons pick me next?
They gon’ ride for a nigga when he winning, when I lose, will you still be there?
Imma bury this cash, Imma cut off the Visa
I be right with her friend, every time I leave her (I’m Sorry)
[Hook]
Money ain’t no problem, it won’t hurt to spend it (I’m Sorry)
We gon’ hit his block up, it won’t hurt to spin it (I’m Sorry)
Make them youngins suit up, come and clear the business (I’m Sorry)
This what I told the cashier, blew a bag up in Lennox (I’m Sorry)
[Verse 2]
Sitting in the back of the Rolls, I don’t evеn know how to park it
Even all them times I was walking, I still had a goddamn Carbinе
Money grow on trees, I’m a dog, barking
Tell my shooter “Get a nigga shot”, then we bargain
Later, we hit all the strippers, fuck bottle girls later
I wouldn’t be where I’m at, I thank God for my haters
Ball like a Center, if we want his hand he gon’ need Staples
I see ‘em watching The Backend Child, it’s the new cable
She telling me I’m dope, I’m the new 80’s
Codeine my organs, they left us starving, they want a part of me
I got some paper, I spin on the daily, you’ll never hear what I need
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