TRAVIS PORTER - It Ain't My Fault lyrics

rate me

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.