It Ain't My Fault de Travis Porter

It ain’t my fault, Yeah
My feeling yea
We don’t think with my pocket
Riding around in my busy lizy
Fucking holes in my ride

Know she wanna get it
Said it, time is all on my wrist
Know them hoe, big jacket
Pulling out my wallet
It’s Christmas girl, she’ll stock it
No I keep that bank
You with me girl, you shoppin’
Louie on my waist,
Louie in my closet
Jumṗ on it, why you girl keep calling
Six o clock in the morning
She coming over like good morning
And I’m yawning

But it ain’t my fault
Better check your hole
And it ain’t my fault, nigga better stack your dough
It ain’t my fault, nigga I’m doing my thing
It ain’t my fault, put diamonds in my chain, in my ring
It ain’t my fault I look like a star
It ain’t my fault I drive I fancy car
It ain’t my fault I buy expensive clothes
It ain’t fault that’s just the way it goes

I rock ice in where I go
Ṗrivate flights to West coast
I’m feeling right, blowing on the bitch mode
It ain’t my fault that’s just the way it goes

I ain’t right blowing on the bitch mode
Your full week landing on the west coast
Yeah riding on my Reese
Beggar I’m a superstar
Time is a bitch, you should blind it buy the fancy car
Give her ass the dick
All really wonder bra
Add her to my entourage
Let her hush her pain and all
Take a cup of flicks
Fuck it I might buy the bar
Tonight she my bitch,
But best believe I’m gon’ more
I know it’s for the early day
The life I live can’t change it though
Status that you know I roll
It ain’t my fault I’m ballin
Ain’t my fault I bought that how
Ain’t my fault I do my thing
Ain’t my fault you hating me

It ain’t my fault I look like a star
It ain’t my fault I drive I fancy car
It ain’t my fault I buy expensive clothes
It ain’t fault that’s just the way it goes

I rock ice in where I go
Private flights to West coast
I’m feeling right, blowing on the bitch mode
It ain’t my fault that’s just the way it goes

Chillin’ me sipṗy
Swerving it whippy
Your bitch acting crazy
Then I’m gon’ give her a whipping
I’m big dick pimpy
The waitress I’m tipping
The bottles keep popping
and The strippers keep stripping
Ok on Miami living
Rappers so funny, they keep catching phillies
I’ll pay my top bet chilling
Hollynet women
Catch me on South beach, big money spending
Ok I got your attention
So sit back and listen
I’m your baby momma’s favorite
Did I forget to mention
See these diamonds on my wrist
That only means that we winnin’
I’m throwing money in the cock cause nigga I got ṗlenty

It ain’t my fault I look like a star
It ain’t my fault I drive I fancy car
It ain’t my fault I buy expensive clothes
It ain’t fault that’s just the way it goes

I rock ice in where I go
Private flights to West coast
I’m feeling right, blowing on the bitch mode
It ain’t my fault that’s just the way it goes