(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on)
Go on with yo' hatin' ass
Busta ass ho
Lookin' ass ho
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, ooh (it ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (it ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag, ho (it ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy, clear the tab, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', I finally made it to the millions (it ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stack them racks up to the ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (it ain't my)
It ain't my fault your ho won't fuck 'round with a real one, yeah, yeah (she want a real one)
Now she hate lames, she tried me out, she know the difference, yeah, yeah (know a real nigga)
My boy was Jordan, he passed her 'round, I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah, yeah
No MTV but she wan' see just how I'm livin', yeah, yeah
Nigga, mind yo' business, yeah, won't tell you who I'm hittin', yeah, yeah (tell you 'bout who I'm)
Just had a son, yeah, put the other one on her titty (put my other one)
Two-step like Diddy (Diddy), yeah, got a project bitch, saddity, yeah, yeah (so saddity)
She know I get it, yeah, get her bought with Hello Kitty, yeah, yeah
Murder be the cost, so death to snitches, yeah, yeah (death to snitches)
She came with it so I kept the digit, yeah (kept the line)
Relationship, you got one, told you I dig it (that sucks)
That ain't the cause, see, I murdered your broad, it ain't no limit (ha)
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, ooh (it ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (it ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag, ho (it ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy, clear the tab, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', I finally made it to the millions (it ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stack them racks up to the ceilin'
It ain't my muthafuckin' fault that my wrist talk even in the pitch dark
South Baton Rouge, it ain't my fault that I stick talk
Niggas mad I'm on, but I get my hustle off the Clicquot
Blame it on the blues why I'm always in a bitch mouth
Bentley truck, what the fuck? It ain't my fault
I'm a street nigga, these niggas be tellin' my name, insultin' my game
Pillow talkin' to a bitch who I fucked on the first night (nigga, it ain't my fault)
That your money it ain't right, nigga, it ain't my fault
You don't smoke how we smoke, nigga, it ain't my fault
You don't drink how we drink, nigga, it ain't my fault
You ain't real like we real, nigga, it ain't my fault
You don't kill like we kill, nigga, it ain't my fault
It ain't my fault these bitches mad, ooh (it ain't my fault, ooh)
It ain't my fault that's where the cash go (it ain't my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin', get a bag, ho (it ain't my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy, clear the tab, ho (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (it ain't my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (it ain't my fault)
I came from nothin', I finally made it to the millions (it ain't my fault, yeah, T)
Stack them racks up to the ceilin'
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Ain't My Fault - Trouble and Boosie Badazz
