制作
出演艺人
Beyoncé
主唱
B. Carr
Programming
Crissy Collins
伴唱
作曲和作词
Diana Gordon
词曲作者
Sean Rhoden
词曲作者
Scott Storch
词曲作者
碧昂丝·诺利斯
词曲作者
Robert Waller
词曲作者
制作和工程
Beyoncé
监制
Hit-Boy
制作人
Ramon Rivas
工程师
John Cranfield
助理工程师
Arthur Chambazyan
助理工程师
Dave Kutch
母带工程师
Diana Gordon
制作人
MeLo-X
制作人
Stuart White
混音工程师
歌词
You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He tryna roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chuckin' my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy bye (sorry)
Tell him, boy bye (sorry) boy bye
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry (you)
(Sorry) I ain't sorry (you)
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah, I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah
Now you wanna say you're sorry
Now you wanna call me cryin'
Now you gotta see me wildin'
Now I'm the one that's lyin'
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
(You interrupting my grinding) I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy bye (bye, sorry)
Tell him, boy bye (bye, sorry) boy bye (bye)
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah
Lookin' at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today, I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fuckin' excuses
I pray to the Lord, you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up (grow up)
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (stroll up)
I see them boppers in the corner (corner)
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there (not there)
He better call Becky with the good hair (good hair)
He better call Becky with the good hair
Writer(s): Kenete Simms, Tierra Sharday Whack-welton
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