[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 n***a 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 n***a 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
[Refrain]
I flip a coin in the water every morning, and I wish death on his people (I’m Sorry)
Diss me in a song, we don’t aim for the leg, he should’ve paid for a feature (I’m Sorry)
I’m into my feelings, I wish I was with ya’, sometimes I feel like I need you (I’m Sorry)
I came in the game with aggression and pain, some say I come off as evil (I’m Sorry)

[Verse 2]
I’m a star with a red dot, don’t trip
They see the water on a n***a so they jump ship
I tote 3 Glocks, why they be trying me
I sip Codeine, it help with Anxiety
Get to that Money Bag, just like I’m Ari
It’s hard to speak on my life, Why?
I think the police gon’ knock me, I’m outside, I treat the hood like an island
Back when we was homies, you wanted me on
Now that we off, you want me gone
They keep throwing salt, I’m still in the field like Julius Peppers
Go retarded on beats, when they gon’ feel a young n***a special
Got a Glock in my briefs, we either gon’ die or live in these Ethikas
Don’t know if she riding, she rolling my weed
She give me head, shawty from Greece
Counting these Jackson’s, money in bleach
I’m musty, I’m grinding, I don’t get no sleep, but they say I rap like I got a degree
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)
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

[Verse 3]
I put up some racks and I fuck on the baddest
My Paw-Paw on Codeine, I’m serving my daddy
Speed, do the car dash, sorry to Travis
N***a, slow down for who? I’m ready to crash
Fuck these rap n***as and visuals, I was just watching an ad, yeah
No you cannot shake my hand, everywhere I go I adapt, yeah
No she not a dyke, but when we ridin’, I gotta give her a strap, yeah
I didn’t run track, but I always keep a gun in my lap, aye
F&N bullets go straight to your momma
Smoking on Cookie, I turn to a Monster
I just left Hell and that motherfucker froze now
Shit can go left, then it be up, then them n***as start writing names down
Don’t go to sleep, after we fuck, girl I want you to go right now
I’m sorry I know you’re from Nap Town

[Outro]
Oh, Oh, Oh