I'm Sorry Songtext
von Ca$h Out feat. French Montana
I'm Sorry Songtext
I′m really sorry Yeah, I'm sorry, for real, I′m sorry
I ain't know I was
I was stuntin' too hard on you niggas, aye
Ferrari, I′m sorry, new rollie, sorry
Got yo′ bitch, I'm sorry, trap boomin′, I'm sorry
Girlfriend lookin′ at my light show
But I know some niggas in here hatin' on the low
I′m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ooh girl, I′m sorry, aye
Girlfriend lookin′ at my light show
But I know some niggas in here hatin' on the low
Aye, pull up, I′m sorry
Old school glass, we call it Atari
Took the price down on them midgets, nigga
Holding them choppers, they look like midgets, nigga
My shooters some shoppers, fuck up yo' city, nigga
We want a portion, extortion, money piled up, gorgeous
I ain′t gon' lie, I made good money in my forces
Car too loud, I′m sorry, baby, that's them Porsches
MC Hammer, Hammer, all gold, can't touch this
I could do it myself but, shit, I ain′t really gotta bust shit
Feelin′ myself, Louie V straightjacket
Sittin' on peanut butter, call my pistol my little brother, oh
Hol′ up, whip roll up with yo' bitch (I′m sorry)
Money grown up, can't fold it, too thick (I′m sorry)
Made them sick (I'm sorry), ten commas (I'm sorry)
Caught a lick, chopped a brick, your honor (I′m sorry)
He was tweakin′ so we left him on the strip (I'm sorry)
Came in stuntin′, took your spot and yo' bitch (I′m sorry)
Never trust them hoes, never trust a boss, catch you gettin' soft
Nigga, custom cars (I′m sorry), blow your brains apart (I'm sorry)
Ferrari (I'm sorry), new molly (I′m sorry), new rollie (I′m sorry)
You phony (I'm sorry), you don′t know me (I'm sorry)
If you catch me in yo′ city, everything still on me, hannah
I ain't know I was
I was stuntin' too hard on you niggas, aye
Ferrari, I′m sorry, new rollie, sorry
Got yo′ bitch, I'm sorry, trap boomin′, I'm sorry
Girlfriend lookin′ at my light show
But I know some niggas in here hatin' on the low
I′m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ooh girl, I′m sorry, aye
Girlfriend lookin′ at my light show
But I know some niggas in here hatin' on the low
Aye, pull up, I′m sorry
Old school glass, we call it Atari
Took the price down on them midgets, nigga
Holding them choppers, they look like midgets, nigga
My shooters some shoppers, fuck up yo' city, nigga
We want a portion, extortion, money piled up, gorgeous
I ain′t gon' lie, I made good money in my forces
Car too loud, I′m sorry, baby, that's them Porsches
MC Hammer, Hammer, all gold, can't touch this
I could do it myself but, shit, I ain′t really gotta bust shit
Feelin′ myself, Louie V straightjacket
Sittin' on peanut butter, call my pistol my little brother, oh
Hol′ up, whip roll up with yo' bitch (I′m sorry)
Money grown up, can't fold it, too thick (I′m sorry)
Made them sick (I'm sorry), ten commas (I'm sorry)
Caught a lick, chopped a brick, your honor (I′m sorry)
He was tweakin′ so we left him on the strip (I'm sorry)
Came in stuntin′, took your spot and yo' bitch (I′m sorry)
Never trust them hoes, never trust a boss, catch you gettin' soft
Nigga, custom cars (I′m sorry), blow your brains apart (I'm sorry)
Ferrari (I'm sorry), new molly (I′m sorry), new rollie (I′m sorry)
You phony (I'm sorry), you don′t know me (I'm sorry)
If you catch me in yo′ city, everything still on me, hannah
Writer(s): Jennifer Lopez, Noel Fisher, Karim Kharbouch, Rasool Diaz, Andrew Proctor, Brian Soko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com