[Intro:]
Pop the champagne and let it rain all over the world,
Me and my girl, we ‘bout to do the twirl on the dance floor!
[Verse 1:]
Who told you to walk up to me with them Louboutin's so high?
Baddest bitch I've 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 'bout to get yours. Why the hell you put that black dress on? It's so cold!
[Chorus:]
It ain't my fuckin' 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 fuckin' fault,
It ain't my fuckin' fault.
[Verse 2:]
You know you're wrong, baby.
But why would you bring him along,
Then sneak and 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 'bout to get yours. Why the hell you put that black dress on? It's so cold!
[Chorus:]
It ain't my fuckin' 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 fuckin' fault,
It ain't my fuckin' fault.
[Bridge:]
It ain't my mothafuckin' fault,
You know you wrong, it ain't my mothafuckin' fault.
You knew that dress was the baddest, bitch,
As soon as you put it on.
It ain't my mothafuckin' fault,
You know you wrong, it ain't my mothafuckin' fault,
If homie don't know he's leavin' here alone, it's ain't my fuckin' fault.
[Chorus:]
It ain't my fuckin' 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 fuckin' fault,
It ain't my fuckin' fault.