Jkron - sorry not sorry Lyrics

Same old whip that I'm used to
Cigarette still hanging off the lip
I ain't switching up like the fools do
They rushing in, come again
See I've been living my life and it's peachy
Catch me dripping, the necklace on Fiji
Acting shameless just like the TV
So if you find me outside you'll see me
Yelling sorry not sorry
Riding windows down with a dime piece
I don't got no time for apologies
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yelling sorry not sorry
Smoking gas stood outside the party
With designer logos on my jeans
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
It's been a minute
I was down bad now I'm stacking up the digits
Cooking up some heat, my room feeling just like a kitchen
Chef with this shit, but a surgeon with the precision
Balling on 'em hitting the swishes
I'm rolling swishers with homies that really know me
Had to cut out all of the fakes and all the phonies
Now my shit's all golden
Brand new kicks so you know just who the goat is
Chillin in the valley with the homies in a mansion
Sipping Bombay mix it with the spindrift
Pool side with some...
With some real bad bitches
Always on the grind, must've got that tunnel vision
With the mind on the money and the riches
So you know just where the kid is
Yeah you know just where the kid is
Yelling sorry not sorry
Riding windows down with a dime piece
I don't got no time for apologies
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yelling sorry not sorry
Smoking gas stood outside the party
With designer logos on my jeans
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Same old whip that I'm used to
Cigarette still hanging off the lip
I ain't switching up like the fools do
They rushing in, come again
See I've been living my life and it's peachy
Catch me dripping, the necklace on Fiji
Acting shameless just like the TV
So if you find me outside you'll see me
Yelling sorry not sorry
Riding windows down with a dime piece
I don't got no time for apologies
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yelling sorry not sorry
Smoking gas stood outside the party
With designer logos on my jeans
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
It's been a minute
I was down bad now I'm stacking up the digits
Cooking up some heat, my room feeling just like a kitchen
Chef with this shit, but a surgeon with the precision
Balling on 'em hitting the swishes
I'm rolling swishers with homies that really know me
Had to cut out all of the fakes and all the phonies
Now my shit's all golden
Brand new kicks so you know just who the goat is
Chillin in the valley with the homies in a mansion
Sipping Bombay mix it with the spindrift
Pool side with some...
With some real bad bitches
Always on the grind, must've got that tunnel vision
With the mind on the money and the riches
So you know just where the kid is
Yeah you know just where the kid is
Yelling sorry not sorry
Riding windows down with a dime piece
I don't got no time for apologies
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yelling sorry not sorry
Smoking gas stood outside the party
With designer logos on my jeans
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah