Travis Porter - It ain't my fault lyrics

It ain't my fault, Yeah My feeling yea We don't think with my pocket Riding around in my busy lizy f**ing 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 Jumw 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, n***a better stack your dough It ain't my fault, n***a 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 Vrivate flights to West coast I'm feeling right, blowing on the b**h mode It ain't my fault that's just the way it goes I ain't right blowing on the b**h mode Your full week landing on the west coast Yeah riding on my Reese Beggar I'm a superstar Time is a b**h, you should blind it buy the fancy car Give her a** the dick All really wonder bra Add her to my entourage Let her hush her pain and all Take a cup of flicks f** it I might buy the bar Tonight she my b**h 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 b**h mode It ain't my fault that's just the way it goes Chillin' me sipwy Swerving it whippy Your b**h 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 c*** cause n***a I got Wlenty 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 b**h mode It ain't my fault that's just the way it goes