Pop the champagne
and let it rain all over the world
Me and my girl we about to do
the twirl on the dance floor
Who told you to walk up to me
in them Louboutins so high
Baddest bitch that I 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 about to get chose
Why the hell you put that black dress on
So cold
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
You know you're wrong baby
Oh why would you bring him along
Been sneaky 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 about to get chose
Why the hell you put that black dress on
So cold
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
It ain't my fuckin' fault
you know you're wrong
It ain't my fuckin' fault
You knew that dress was a bad as bitch
as soon as you put it on
It ain't my fuckin' fault you know you're wrong
It ain't my fuckin' fault
If homie don't know he's leaving here alone
It ain't my fuckin' fault
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
It ain't my fuckin' fault