It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, I'm fuckin' your girl

It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, she just wants to be me

Why you mad, I ain't got nothin' to be mad about I'm in my house with my balls up on your couch

With the remote in hand, dick in the other Waitin' on your bitch to bring me your rubber

In, out, out, in, it was us to begin And we're just her and her friends

Gettin' busy for P .A. and Diggie, we hit the city Me and Kuruv, that ass, dog foul committee

You see how your girl act around me Look at your phone bill, see how she air me

When she get around, she stop holdin' your hand She's my bitch and you my man

Awareness, me and you, yeah, we can share this I don't fuck business, nigga, that's careless

Don't hate me, hate the bitch, congratulate this At six, we'll be back in a minute

It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, she just wants to be me

Me, I'm always checkin' game with my psycho faction Bitch, I'm super bad like a Michael Jackson player

Why you sleepin' and breathin' all in your world? In your house, on your couch, sippin' all in your cup

We ain't always at your house, one time I took her out We drove around town with my dick in her mouth

Your love is my fun, yeah, I'm fuckin' your girl I'm a thug, she the one, I'm just fuckin' your girl

It's nothin' to a boss, so don't be mad at all Shit, Rick, you know the way she reach and grab some balls

Right before they wind up stuck in her jaws Yeah, that's the way that she always get at me

You always outta town, so she always get at me She seen me with Jazz, made some passes at me

She love this magic, so she always attack me We bucked on the floor, she ate my dick like a vegetable

It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, she just wants to be me

It ain't my thing, it ain't my club, it ain't my call I didn't buy the rubbers, I didn't pick her up

But I'ma dick her up and get my dick to stick her up Get your bitch together, hold that bitch

While I get young Gayle to fold that bitch Disgust her, all the hoes want a piece of her

It's only the ones he dick if he releases them See, your bitch is a sofa freak, I fucked your bitch last week

You know we smash the street, sniffin' in the last bangin' class bitch

Yeah, I don't give a fuck who you talkin' to I got one for her and one for you

You see, I don't know what the fuck you wanna do If it could happen to me, it could happen to you

It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, I'm fuckin' your girl

It ain't my fault, I'm fuckin' your girl Can't you see, she just wants to be me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me