It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherfucking thang It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring It ain’t my fault, making all this paper It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherf-cking hater It ain’t my fault
I keep a bad bitch, pocket full of cash Living life reckless, 200 on the dash And every time paid for, rhymes in the front yo F-ck having friends when you chillin with your kenfo Wonder why she cheat, must be cause her man broke Why he mad, it must be mad cause your man won’t Lift them doors up on that motherfucking lambo Now he mad, once you bring santa to beach flow Yeah, was sicker than that A young black nigga wearing ridiculous stacks I came a long way from pitching that crack Step to the same code, just spittin the facts It ain’t my fault that your main bitch like me Blame it on the ice, fully grand on my white t Most niggas will feel like rob me I know why they hating, just wait till they try me
[Hook:] It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring It ain’t my fault, making all this paper It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherfucking hater It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out It ain’t my fault, that your …girl wants me It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault
It ain’t my motherf-cking fault, couple hunned thousands still locked in the vault Still keep a couple loose grams of that choke Still keep 2 desert eagle and a 4 Look, now what you niggas talking bout I bet the sneakers, …talk about We pull em out and chalk em out You talk about that new whip you foreign they got win about Yeah, that’s how it is when you call Now the haters on my dick like a fresh pair of draws And everyday clean from the truck to the vickies Niggas they pillow talk cause they can’t f-ck with me Ride through the city, puffin on sticky You say they lookin for it, till them niggas come get me I stay fly and now I ride with my gun up Only 4 words for a nigga if he burn up
[Hook:] It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring It ain’t my fault, making all this paper It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherfucking hater It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out It ain’t my fault, that your …girl wants me It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault
Self made, triple ways of getting paid Dark days, got me toltin ak’s Spinning blades, how we do it everyday Them whole thangs, we baking like we cookin cake Around the way, flamed up, everyday Gunplay, play nigga, get sprayed Money ways, on a turf to get paid Ymcmb out them hallways Hold it down, 5 star pull it down Where the crown, og out the pound Cherry on everything I do this thing, I put it on everything
[Hook:] It ain’t my fault you a ghetto motherf-cking thang It ain’t my fault, run about my pinky ring It ain’t my fault, making all this paper It ain’t my fault, he’s a motherf-cking hater It ain’t my fault, middle finger to the sky It ain’t my fault, nothing would have rapped out It ain’t my fault, that your girl wants me It ain’t my fault, sorry that you’re …that ain’t my fault When I drive past you and your girl Girlfriend waving at me, that ain’t my fault In the club while you’re standing on the floor I got her up in vip, that ain’t my fault Now I don’t loose the fame…got played Stacking money my nigga and you can have a name Until then just do like the music and just fade.