Sorry chords by Beyoncé

G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
    I ain't sorry
D
    Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
    I ain't sorry
D

Verse 1
            D
 He trying to roll me up (I ain sorry)
A         D
 I ain't picking up (I ain sorry)
A        D
 Headed to the club (I ain sorry)
A            D
 I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain sorry)
A             G
 Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain sorry)
D                 G
 I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
D              G
 Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain sorry)
D            G
 I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
 I ain't thinking 'bout


Bridge 1

D          A
 Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D           A
 Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
D           A
 Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
D         N.C.
 Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you


G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
(You)  I ain't sorry
D
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
    I ain't sorry
D
    No no, hell nah


Verse 2

D              A
 Now you want to say you're sorry
            D
Now you want to call me crying
           A
Now you gotta see me wilding
            D
Now I'm the one that's lying
           A
And I don't feel bad about it
         D
It's exactly what you get
           A
Stop interrupting my grinding

I ain't thinking 'bout you



G        D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
                G
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
G        D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
                G
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
D
    I ain't thinking 'bout you


Bridge 2

D          A
 Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D           A
 Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
D           A
 Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
D         N.C.
 Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you



G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
    I ain't sorry
D
    Nigga, nah
G
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G
    I ain't sorry
D
    No no, hell nah


Verse 3

D        A
 Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
D          A
 Today I regret the night I put that ring on
D          A
 He always got them fucking excuses
D             A
 I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is


Outro

G
  I left a note in the hallway
F#m
  By the time you read it, I'll be far away
G
              I'm far away
F#m
  But I ain't fucking with nobody
G
  Let's have a toast to the good life
F#m
  Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
G
  Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
F#m
We gon' live a good life
G
  Big homie better grow up
F#m
  Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
G
  I see them boppers in the corner
   F#m
They sneaking out the back door
G
  He only want me when I'm not there
F#m                    G
  He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
  He better call Becky with the good hair