[Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they moving faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rocking Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out nothing less than 50 on me
[Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault that they got shifty on me
Tony Hawk, I'm used to niggas getting tricky on me
Party Pack, told her take that, and went Diddy on me
Trackhawk, I hit the pedal, 360 on 'em
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it
Keep the thriller close, I'm protecting my energy
My advice to you: don't become my enemy
Groupies grab me at my shows, so I know that they feeling me
I just left 'em in her throat, girl you know ain't no kids in me
In the trenches rocking ?, your shawty wild
I was quick to slime her like DeAndre
[Big Sean]
It ain't my fault you got your shit snatched
It ain't my fault you ain't have your money, go get your shit back
It ain't my fault I drew the blueprint and I'm living that
Naomi Osaka's arena, we serving and playing with big racks
Got the baddest face down, ass up
Since I got my tax up, the most you ever made in your life
I done made, forgot about, and had it stashed up
Simple niggas simpin' over bitches we done passed up
[Babyface Ray]
Real niggas going out of style, feel like the last one
I got my bag up, ain't sit around when I ain't have much
I fuck on your hoe, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
Ain't no more humble shit, I'm popping shit I'm popping tags on em
[Big Sean & Babyface Ray]
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these niggas ain't solid and they moving faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rocking Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out nothing less than 50 on me
[Babyface Ray]
Got expensive taste, still a hood nigga
Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action
I'ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashing
Give my niggas hope, I feel like a pastor
Wanna live like me, you might have to chance it
No I don't need no tip, boy my diamonds dancing
Brodie told me 'bout you bitch, yeah acting classy
Yeah I heard about you
Know you heard about us
All my lil' niggas shoot, feel like Curry father
If I want it then I get it, Timmy Turner problems
[Big Sean]
Cameras on me like I'm walking out the trial
I'm up 30 fucking million, she gon' want the child
Tax bracket out of reach, I ain't reaching out
NBA-type NDAs, ain't shit leaking out
Remembering all the love you bitch ass niggas never showed
? one below
And you niggas came up out the mud and didn't even grow
Tunnel vision, carpal tunnel niggas politicking
What the fuck you running for?
Whip that cost a ticket, valet keys
She gon' chief in LA breeze
I'm with Babyface, I feel like LA Reid
[Babyface Ray]
I'm with Sean Don, no Dom Perignon, bitch it's lean
Push to start, foreign hit it, that bitch fart, what's a key?
They keep telling me to keep this shit 100, I'm a G
From the Dirty Glove, gotta keep it on you in the streets
What more can I say?
Promise you I'm lying if I say I ain't ?
Keep them squares out your circle, so we flick up through the day
Trust me
Old friends hating on a nigga, bitches love me
Hands all dirty in the field like it's rugby
Gang ties, mafioso like I'm Lucky... Luciano
Pints coming in from Philly so I rock Milano
[Big Sean]
Americano, M's stack on top of M's shit look like McDonald's
Me, myself, and I always been my favorite combo
All my niggas on they John Wick and leave you John Doe
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