Ain't My Fault - Trouble, Boosie Badazz

Dusty ass ho

Rat lookin' ass ho

It ain’t my fault these bitches mad though (

It ain’t my fault

It ain’t my fault that’s where the cash go (

It ain’t my fault

Get out your feelings, get a bag, ho (

It ain’t my fault

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

Stack them racks up to the ceilin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (

It ain’t my

It ain’t my fault your ho wan' 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

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 your business, yeah, won’t tell you 'bout who I’m hittin', yeah,

yeah

Just had a son, yeah, put the other one on her titty, yeah, yeah

Two-step like Diddy, yeah, got a project bitch, saddity, yeah, yeah

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 them digits, yeah (Kept the line)

Relationship, you got one, told y’all dig it, yeah

That ain’t the cause, see, I murdered your broad, it ain’t no limit (Hah)

It ain’t my fault these bitches mad though (

It ain’t my fault

It ain’t my fault that’s where the cash go (

It ain’t my fault

Get out your feelings, get a bag, ho (

It ain’t my fault

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

Stack them racks up to the ceilin'

It ain’t my motherfuckin' 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 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 how we kill, nigga, it ain’t my fault

It ain’t my fault these bitches mad though (

It ain’t my fault

It ain’t my fault that’s where the cash go (

It ain’t my fault

Get out your feelings, get a bag, ho (

It ain’t my fault

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

Stack them racks up to the ceilin'