My Fault
Bang!
D. J. on the beat, so it's a bang (uh? Huh? What?)
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
See, love don't come around (it don't)
So I suggest if you love them, you better hold 'em down (hold tight)
I met this bitch up in the WIIC, but she from out of town (she was)
And it's fucked up how we first met, but that's my baby now (uh-huh)
Yeah, that's my baby now (on gang)
See, I'm just mindin' mine (uh-huh)
I'm on that block, I'm sellin' coke, ain't got no nine-to-five
I'm posted up, my banger tucked when something caught my eye
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin'
And that's when she replied
"That nigga beat on me" (he do), "Just wanna cheat on me" (yeah, he do)
"He put his feet on me" (he do), "I'm too raw, why he sleep on me?" (Yeah, he do)
"He playin', I'ma put some cheese on him" (huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
"And I know he be havin' them ki's on him" (oh yeah?)
Ayy, what dude be on?
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
New Chanely flavors for you, that's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you, that's one big-ass watch
We both been unfaithful, but she know she's my drop (yeah)
Catch you with that nigga, I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, stayin' ten toes
She tired of you, well I'm tired of drivin' the bitch home
And all of my chains got big rocks, I'm a Flintstone for real
She gave me the pussy then put me inside of the friend zone still
Left dough on the table for you, that's what I bought
I can cut off all of my hoes and spin the block
I been gettin' paper like loose-leaf, gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby (huh)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
D. J. on the beat, so it's a bang (uh? Huh? What?)
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
See, love don't come around (it don't)
So I suggest if you love them, you better hold 'em down (hold tight)
I met this bitch up in the WIIC, but she from out of town (she was)
And it's fucked up how we first met, but that's my baby now (uh-huh)
Yeah, that's my baby now (on gang)
See, I'm just mindin' mine (uh-huh)
I'm on that block, I'm sellin' coke, ain't got no nine-to-five
I'm posted up, my banger tucked when something caught my eye
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin'
And that's when she replied
"That nigga beat on me" (he do), "Just wanna cheat on me" (yeah, he do)
"He put his feet on me" (he do), "I'm too raw, why he sleep on me?" (Yeah, he do)
"He playin', I'ma put some cheese on him" (huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
"And I know he be havin' them ki's on him" (oh yeah?)
Ayy, what dude be on?
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
New Chanely flavors for you, that's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you, that's one big-ass watch
We both been unfaithful, but she know she's my drop (yeah)
Catch you with that nigga, I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, stayin' ten toes
She tired of you, well I'm tired of drivin' the bitch home
And all of my chains got big rocks, I'm a Flintstone for real
She gave me the pussy then put me inside of the friend zone still
Left dough on the table for you, that's what I bought
I can cut off all of my hoes and spin the block
I been gettin' paper like loose-leaf, gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby (huh)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Jackson, Artist Dubose, Dayvon Bennett
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