Sorry, Not Sorry

Maybe I'm messed up in the brain or something
Like, you ain't even got no shame or nothing
Nigga how you figure I wouldn't figure out you frontin'
On my front porch beggin' me back like...
So now you wanna act right
But how you gon' act like
You can get the green light
'Cause shawty in your DMs
And now I'm finna be like...
Spending your money and I ain't sorry
I'ma cop a mean ride
I'ma let the feet slide
I'ma let the beat ride
Catch me on the deep side being ruthless
I don't want to put you through this
It's just that the truth is
You always got some fucking excuses
So now I ain't thinking 'bout you bih
You stupid?
So you and yo niggas
Can go on about your hoochies
And yo two cents on how you feuding
With them fruity niggas
My pockets looking like a peach
You spreading your seeds to these fruitless bitches
Tell yo momma excuse me
I'm sorry for acting foolish
Yelling all in her new crib over a no-name

Who that on your phone?
No name
Who that on your phone?
No name
Who's that on your phone?
Wait what?
Damn girl, why you always out to get me
But at the same damn time
It's like, you get me
Damn girl, I don't know 'bout no Whitneys
I even got a witness
You with me, cuz I ain't with it
If you ain't with me, I ain't with it
If you ain't with me, I ain't with it
If you ain't with me, I ain't...
Wait, what?

So now you wanna act right
But how you gon' act like
Shawty in your DMs
So we could only be friends
And now I'm finna be like, ah, ah
Spending your money and I ain't sorry
I refuse to act foolish in the new crib
So you can get the peace sign
Peace sign, peace out