SORRY NOT SORRY Lyrics – DJ Khaled

SORRY NOT SORRY -DJ Khaled

On “SORRY NOT SORRY,” DJ Khaled recruits rap titans Nas and Jay-Z, as well as vocalists James Fauntleroy and Beyoncé (under the alias Harmonies by The Hive.

SORRY NOT SORRY Lyrics
[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
Ahh-ah
Do-woah

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]
Sorry, not sorry, don’t mind me
I’m livin’ the dream, livin’ a dream, yeah
Came from nothin’, whoever thought that we would be
Livin’ the dream? Livin’ the dream, yeah

[Interlude: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled

[Verse 1: Nas]
Hear ye, hear ye, only kings stand near me
Silicon Valley money mixed with Henny, that’s Effendi
Half a century almost, sliced the green like a lawnmower
‘Til we all on, never fall off, hear a boss talk
You don’t hear me? That’s your loss
Winner in life, fuck a coin toss
I’m coin-based, basically cryptocurrency Scarface
Join us, there’s gotta be more of us
I’m from the ghetto, what location? Two seconds from the Devil
I live heavenly in Cabo, with a Mexican sombrero
Drink heavily, health is wealth (Health is wealth)
Look at wealthy me, wipe your nose, HSTRY my type of clothes
Miss me with the hate, helped so many people get cake
Whips in cream for the crew, no other weed, I think faster
The time I spit this, I started some other business (Some other business)
Came from the pitchin’ (Came from the pitchin’), ‘caine in the kitchen
Dangerous missions, wastin’ your time if you want my forgiveness (Forgiveness)

[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Sorry, that’s another B
Haters still ain’t recover from the other B
Mm, that’s a double B
Nah, that’s a triple B, can’t forget ’bout the other Bey (Hey)
It’s the white gloves for me
Hater know not to touch me, I’m with the fuckery (Fuck with me)
Humbly (Humbly), nah, respectfully
I’m a project baby, fuck y’all expect from me? (Technically)
‘Merica’s disrespect for me
You killed Christ, you created religion, unexpectedly
Circular ice on Japanese whiskey, on my mezzanine
Overlookin’ the City of Angels, the angel investor in things
Unprecedented run (Facts)
Everybody’s gettin’ bands, we just dance to different drums (Bram, bram, bram, bram, bram, bram)
I like who I’ve become
Intermittent fasting, but these meals, I’m not missin’ none (Sorry)