Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Pop the champagne and let it rain all over the world
Me and my girl we about to do the twirl on the dance floorWho told you to walk up to me in them Louboutins so high?
Baddest s*** that I seen in my life
'Bout to make your boyfriend cry, make him cry baby
Lord knows, when you were sittin' in front of your mirror at home
You knew that you was about to get chose
Why the hell you put that black dress on? So cold!It ain't my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart!
It ain't my, it ain't my fault
It ain't my, it ain't my fault
You know you're wrong babyOh why would you bring him along?
Been sneaky, meet me in the bathroom stall
Slide 'em to the side
Don't take 'em all the way offLord knows, when you were sittin' in front of your mirror at home
You knew that you was about to get chose
Why the hell you put that black dress on? So cold!It ain't my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart!
It ain't my, it ain't my fault
It ain't my, it ain't my faultIt ain't my fault, you know you're wrong
It ain't my fault
You knew that dress was a bad, as soon as you put it on
It ain't my fault, you know you're wrong
It ain't my fault
If homie don't know he's leaving here aloneIt ain't my, it ain't my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart!
It ain't my, it ain't my fault
It ain't my, it ain't my fault
It ain't my