CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Sorry

Can't even lie, a lot of you n***as be goin' out sad (Huh)
Woke up at Neiman's, yeah lil' b*t*h, I'm poppin' tags (Come on)
Autumn in the 'Vette, he pushin' the gas, he goin' real fast (Skrrt)
Can't match my fly, this BB the waste with a new Prada bag

I've been on some [?] sh*t
I spent too much money on this Prada bag and [?]
I've been livin' comfy, you know Wick ain't with that extra sh*t
She said "Bae, don't come it," yeah, yeah, yeah, I gotta wait and sh*t
I got so much money, at this point I'm givin' estimates (Come on)

[?], might hit me a lick in the Rari (Come on)
These n***as my sons, my sons, I feel like I'm Maury (Yeah)
I'm chasin' them richеs, I'm getting them b*t*hes, I'm sorry (Lеt's go)
I'm hittin' decline, decline, like don't call me

Can't help who I am, I got too many b*t*hes, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
So you don't get attached when too many b*t*hes be on me (b*t*hes be on me)
Ain't goin' out sad, you know I keep that [?] right on me (Yeah, on me)
If it ain't about money, can't f**k with it, please do not call me (Woah)

I'm gettin' money, I feel like the sh*t
Back then they would hate, but now they on d**k
CDG all on my motherf**kin' fit
When I walk in that b*t*h, I get litter than lit (Uh-huh)