Sorry

[Intro:] MIgos in the building, what’s up Rich Kid? What we pulling up in? Shit, I might get that Rari What you say? Aston Martin! Shit, tell the hoes I’m sorry, young man Pardon me! Go! [Hook: Quavo] x2 Bird singing just like Marvin, you niggas out here starving My diamond is sparkling, I’m rich, nigga, pardon me! Sorry, might pull up in that Rari Pardon me, sorry, might pull up that Aston Martin [Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman] Come up in that Rari, they be CG like my [?] Platinum diamond, got me looking like Atari Took her for some collard greens yo ho don't say sorry I’m a walking leach, birds singing like they’re Marvin Hosted in the trap, brand new Aston Martin Hundred round drums, hit the band, we’re marching! Hustling everyday, young nigga, we ain’t starving Make a play throwing bombs, Brett Farvein' [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] OK, I pull up in that Rari everything so stupid Young rich nigga, treating bitch like Cupid Shawty wanna do it, she see seen the Louis She just sit there blew it, she trying to get to it! And my swag Versace, swagger try to copy it Foreign bitch, she super bad, she eating calamari All I count is bands, all I see is racks Make a check, I fuck it, then I make it back Shawty, she be calling me, but I don’t call her back Earrings cost a rack, I just bought a watch And I’m in that Maserati, mother fuck the cops See me in a Lamborghini, I’mma try to talk, talk [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Riff Raff] I go! I put my Lambo on cruise control My seat spicy spouting red like chili bowl I’mma throw some Spanish rice at a centerfold (she spin) I can ball like Troy Aikman at the Super Bowl Nice ice, my ice brighter than a night light! My night life let you understand why I can’t have no wife! (Damn!) My trunk think, automatic car crime Bitch, stop leaning on my 'rar You finna scratch my paint [Hook] x2 [Verse 4: Quavo] Go! Versace on my fangs cause I’m selling chicken fingers I don’t talk to strangers, got guns like a Ranger Pull up in that [?] look like a transformer Drop the top and windows cuz my car got the seat warmers You mad cause you boring Broke, ain’t got no money In the ville cooling Versace Paul Bunyan Smoking on that onion Your bitch ain’t worth nothing Laughing with money Taking trips across the country! [Hook] [Verse 5: Takeoff] On my way to Costa Rica I just left for Argentina Hurricane Katrina will somebody please call FEMA My shirt it is silk and my sleeves is a cheetah My top drop blunt hit a rhyme with a heater I’ve been stunt so much, they call me Evil Knievel Well respected in the hood like my momma was a reaper Pull up in that Lotus Focus might mistake me for a creature I done taught so many lessons they call me ol' Takeoff the Teacher [Hook] [Outro] Free my nigga Offset! Man my nigga locked up when he get out he gonna lock the streets back up My brother, young rich nigga shit