Pop the champagne and let it rain all over the world Me and my girl we about to do the twirl on the dance floor Who 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 baby Oh 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 off
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
It 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 alone
It 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
Compositores: Eric Bishop, Mario Mendell Winans (Brown Mario), David Emmanuel Olivis, Todd Whitehead, Breyon Jamar Prescott ECAD: Obra #14273510