[Intro]
(Uh, bbno$)
(dwilly make it weird, go)
[Verse 1]
First off, please don't ask me how I did it
Mommy got me winning, yeah, I'm glad I ate my spinach
I ain't that extra, pockets always empty, need a little extra
If I gave up, you could find myself like rottin' in a lecture
At the rate I'm goin', this baby's gonna be an adult next year
Yes, of course, I know it when I'm in my thoughts, I never show off
But I'm working hard, I'm losing sleep, so yes, I do enjoy it
All y'all like me for a reason so let me tell you a little something
And I just did seven shows, sold out the tour
And my bank grows evеry time, the bag is securеd
Whip a Range Rover, speedin' to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near, it's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my feet so I ran it up
Make a little cash from my deeds, hopin' ain't enough
Workin' on my craft every week, never turnt up
Bankin' on my luck, hopin' I'll never get stuck (Baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend, I'm sorry
Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit, I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry, yeah
Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry
Bro, I think we made a fuckin' hit
[Verse 2]
I went to school, I got that paper
Mind is always on some paper
Dodgin' all these calls from every single label, I don't taper
Double up my dose of Jäger, industry is filled with fakers
Got the recipe like Martha, baby, might just be a baker (Woah)
There's a science to it, yeah
Makin' money made me quite a connoisseur man
Flip a five, make a fifty, still an amateur man
Break her heart, sew the bag, I'm a saboteur man, yeah
Finally hit six digits, yeah, I hope this was the plan, yeah
Lost some friendships on the way, I hope you understand, yeah
Go back to a 9 to 5, yeah, fuck that, I'll be damned
Stay away from Xan, ego stable on the land
If you ain't about my grind, I don't fuck with you, I'm sorry
If you don't get why I do this shit, well, pussy boy, I'm sorry
If I left you all behind it's for a reason, boy, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really fuckin' sorry
[Chorus]
Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend, I'm sorry
Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit, I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry, yeah
Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby, make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fuckin' sorry
[Outro]
I said I'm fuckin' sorry
I said I'm fuckin' sorry
