Hook 1:
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
DVerse 1:
D
He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
AD
I ain't picking up (I ain’t sorry)
AD
Headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
AD
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain’t sorry)
AG
Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain’t sorry)
DG
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
DG
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain’t sorry)
DG
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout
Bridge 1:
DA
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
DA
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
DA
Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Hook 2:
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
(You) I ain't sorry
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
No no, hell nah
Verse 2:
DA
Now you want to say you're sorry
D
Now you want to call me crying
A
Now you gotta see me wilding
D
Now I'm the one that's lying
A
And I don't feel bad about it
D
It's exactly what you get
A
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Hook 3:
GD
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
GD
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Bridge 2:
DA
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
DA
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
DA
Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Hook 4:
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
I ain't sorry
D
No no, hell nah
Verse 3:
DA
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
DA
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
DA
He always got them fucking excuses
DA
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
Outro:
G
I left a note in the hallway
F#m
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
G
I'm far away
F#m
But I ain't fucking with nobody
G
Let's have a toast to the good life
F#m
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
G
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
F#m
We gon' live a good life
G
Big homie better grow up
F#m
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
G
I see them boppers in the corner
F#m
They sneaking out the back door
G
He only want me when I'm not there
F#mG
He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
He better call Becky with the good hair
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.