Im Sorry
Ca$h Out Feat. French Montana Lyrics

I'm really sorry (x3)
I apologize multiple times for my actions

Yeah, I'm sorry, for real, I'm sorry
I truly mean it when I say I'm sorry

I ain't know I was
I didn't realize what I was doing

I was stuntin' too hard on you niggas, aye
I was showing off excessively to make you feel inferior

Ferrari, I'm sorry, new rollie, sorry
I apologize for flaunting my Ferrari and new Rolex

Got yo' bitch, I'm sorry, trap boomin', I'm sorry
I apologize for stealing your girl and for my successful drug dealing business

Girlfriend lookin' at my light show
Your girlfriend is admiring the lights on my car

But I know some niggas in here hatin' on the low
I am aware that some people are secretly jealous of me

Aye, pull up, I'm sorry
I apologize for arriving and making a scene

Old school glass, we call it Atari
I refer to my old car window as 'Atari'

Took the price down on them midgets, nigga
I lowered the cost of my drugs

Holding them choppers, they look like midgets, nigga
My guns look small but are powerful

My shooters some shoppers, fuck up yo' city, nigga
My associates will destroy your town

We want a portion, extortion, money piled up, gorgeous
We demand money from others and our wealth is impressive

I ain't gon' lie, I made good money in my forces
I admit that I earned a substantial amount of money through illegal activities

Car too loud, I'm sorry, baby, that's them Porsches
I apologize for the noise my expensive cars make

MC Hammer, Hammer, all gold, can't touch this
I compare myself to MC Hammer and how he was untouchable as a successful rapper

I could do it myself but, shit, I ain't really gotta bust shit
I can handle situations on my own but I have other people to do it for me

Feelin' myself, Louie V straightjacket
I am very confident and I'm wearing a Louis Vuitton jacket

Sittin' on peanut butter, call my pistol my little brother, oh
I have a lot of money and my gun is my companion

Hol' up, whip roll up with yo' bitch (I'm sorry)
I apologize for arriving with your girlfriend in my car

Money grown up, can't fold it, too thick (I'm sorry)
My wealth is too great to hide or ignore

Made them sick (I'm sorry), ten commas (I'm sorry)
My success and wealth are overwhelming and may cause envy in others

Caught a lick, chopped a brick, your honor (I'm sorry)
I have committed robbery and drug dealing and I apologize to the authorities

He was tweakin' so we left him on the strip (I'm sorry)
We abandoned someone who was acting weird or erratic

Came in stuntin', took your spot and yo' bitch (I'm sorry)
I arrived boasting and took your place and your girlfriend

Never trust them hoes, never trust a boss, catch you gettin' soft
I caution against trusting women and bosses and becoming vulnerable

Nigga, custom cars (I'm sorry), blow your brains apart (I'm sorry)
I apologize for my customized cars and guns that can kill

Ferrari (I'm sorry), new molly (I'm sorry), new rollie (I'm sorry)
I apologize for flaunting my expensive cars, drugs, and watch

You phony (I'm sorry), you don't know me (I'm sorry)
I don't believe you are genuine and don't understand me

If you catch me in yo' city, everything still on me, hannn
If you find me in your town, I still have everything I brought, including my wealth and drugs