Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. - I'm So Sorry (Alternate Version) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Getting money is a hobby, hobby, hobby I'm so sorry Getting money is a hobby I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Got a bad b**h running through the lobby [Hook x2: Young Thug] I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Getting money is a hobby I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Got a bad b**h running through the lobby [Verse 1: Spenzo] I'm so sorry I'm ahead of my time Y'all lil' n***as ain't up on my level I'm so sorry that they think I'm Illuminati Young n***a so high you swear I'm worshiping the devil I'm so sorry I never take a break I'm too busy taking food off of n***as' plates I can't even take my chick out on a date I'm too busy making moves in another state Man I'm so sorry, I'm so honest I can see the future, you're gonna be a nobody I'm so sorry I ain't know that was your girl She came through and did the team chi-chi-chick like a thottie I'm so sorry that I worth a Bugatti And a brand new Ferrari at the same damn time I'm so sorry that your girl din't pick up She was too busy tryna bang my line, man I'm so sorry I don't f** with nobody I'm just not anybody, I can't f** with everybody Who the f** is you boy, you out your body Beat a n***a down like 12 did Rodney You know I got racks just like Yo Gotti Kicks on my feet, looking like I know karate When I'm on a track, n***a, I'mma catch a body Call the producer tell him I'm so sorry, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Maine Man] n***a I'm a god come pray to me Play your cards don't play with me This my hobby like trading cards Trade your place but don't trade with me Might have to stick for probation b Feds be watching location tweets Man them lawyer fees cost a grip Hit you with the stick PlayStation Wii I'm hot like bodies on that gun She pop that molly on her tongue I mix that c**aine with soda I mix my Coca-Cola with rum I keep on chewing n***as like gum I'm so sorry I had to go dumb Send my [?] through [?] boxes [?] Ya that's a fumble young man rumble Smoking on all kind of trees in the jungle She on my balls she might as well hum And the ball in my court but I still stay humble Man she blowing me like a trombone But I cut her off cause she cut though I'm so sorry for the wave, if it wasn't for the wave I'd be like where's Waldo [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Uh, pockets all fat like Terio Cus we sellin' O's like cheerios Off the rope on your ho Rey Mysterio Let the beat build b**h now here we go Hol' up, it ain't even drop yet But I'm ridin' in the coupe with the top back Got that slidin' round with the seat dropped back Gettin' head till I tell the hoes to stop that Catch me club liv with a 34 Naw you ain't ready dawg Hoes tryin to hit the bank like set it off Spit crack but eyes already raw Rock ready, ready rock ho let it pause n***a you don't ever ball Ho changed for the money like menopause So what I do treat them hoes like Santa Clause Hey ho Meek Milly got gifts for a I heard homie got this for ya They got that so I'ma give the dick to ya And if you do it good I'ma give a tip to ya Drip to ya bust it open on the eyelid You clocked out right around the time I signed in Now shorty wanna kick it like Chi Lin Cus I pull strings like a violin [Hook] [Outro: Meek Mill] I used to pray to get a hundred grand Now it's cartiers for the rubber bands And that uzi sounded just like [?] man Did I, did I, did I, did I stutter fam