Lyrics
{yea}, {count that money}, i bet you are my loverr, bout' to cut her off i'm sorryy, and you know i could't trust herr, tell that bitch don't call mee, hunnit bands on me i'm sorryy, and i'm off that lean i'm sorryy, and i'm bout to get that rarii, so tell that bitch i'm sorry, now i'm gettin' moneyy, sure that bitch gone call me, but back when i was fucked upp, i said that bitch yea she ain't call me, so i ain't worry bout a hoee, ever since i got my bands upp, and if you talking bout my bands bruhh, i swear tht you would get blamed upp, yea we just goin crazyy, and my niggas yea they soilderss, a nigga thought he told yaa, fn57 with no holsterr, i would pop a nigga and show yaa, i been gettin money thought i rolled upp, yea i need the rari its so new bruhh, and i don't know the name, nigga i don't know the name, but a nigga, sorry girl, i'm so sorry, i'm countin bands yea i told you i'm so sorry, i got that money, for that i'm sorry, now what you got broke boy i'm sorry, we got everything, that you want, we fucked them bitches up yea i can't front, yea we got it all in nigga, i'm flexinn, i'm flexinn, finessin!, i said that i; m so sorry for everything that you couldn't do but i put in for, i am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she fuckin with a rich boi, i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, said i'm so sorry, yeaa i'm so sorry, i'm definitely not sorry!Song details
Artist: lil uzi vert