Pop that champagne And let it rain all over the world Me and my girl We bout to do the twirl on the dance floor Who told you To walk up to me with them Louis Vuittons so hard Baddest bitch I've seen in my life Bout to make your boyfriend cry Make him cry baby Lord knows When you were sitting in front of your mirror at home You knew that you was bout to get choked 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 Blame it on the way that you walked in the club and stole my heart It ain't my fault It ain't my fault You know you're wrong baby Why would you bring him out loud Then sneak and meet me in the bathroom stall Slide him to the side Don't take a ball away y'all Lord knows When you were sitting in front of your mirror at home You knew that you was bout to get choked 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 Blame it on the way that you walked in the club and stole my heart It ain't my fault 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 the baddest 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 fault Just blame it on the dress that you bought Blame it on the way that you walked in the club and stole my heart It ain't my fault It ain't my fault It ain't my fault It ain't my fault It ain't my fault It ain't my fault