J. White, I need a beat I can go off on

[Trouble]
It ain´t my fault these bitches mad though (It ain´t my fault, ooh)

It ain´t my fault that´s where the cash go (It ain´t my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin´, get a bag ho (It ain´t my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (It ain´t my fault)
I came from nothin´, finally made it to the milli (It ain´t my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin´ the racks up to the ceilin´, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (It ain´t my—)

[Trouble]
It ain´t my fault your ho wan´ fuck ´round with a real one, yuh, yuh (She want a real one)

Now she hate lames, she tried me out, she know the difference, yuh, yuh (Know a real nigga)
My boy Lil´ Jonny pass it ´round, I´m Scottie Pippen, yuh, yuh
No MTV but she wan´ see just how I´m livin´, yuh, yuh
Nigga, mind yo´ business, yuh, won´t tell you bout who I´m hittin´ (Tell you ´bout who I´m), yuh, yuh
Just had a son, yuh, but the other one on her titty (But my other one)
Two-step like Diddy (Diddy), yuh, got a project bitch, saddity (So saddity), yuh, yuh
She know I get it, yuh, get about with Hello Kitty
I murder ??? coast, so death to snitches (Death to snitches)
She came wit´ it so I kept the digits (Kept the line)

Yo´ relationship, we got one, told y´all dig it (That sucks)
???, see I murdered your broad, it ain´t no limit (Ha)

[Trouble]
It ain´t my fault these bitches mad though (It ain´t my fault, ooh)
It ain´t my fault that´s where the cash go (It ain´t my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin´, get a bag ho (It ain´t my fault, yeah)
Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (It ain´t my fault)

I came from nothin´, finally made it to the milli (It ain´t my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin´ the racks up to the ceilin´

[Boosie Badazz]
It ain´t my muthafuckin´ fault that my wrist talk
Even in the pitch dark, South Baton Rouge
It ain´t my fault that I stick talk
Niggas mad I´m on, but I get my hustle off the click, ho!
Blame it on the blues why I´m always in a bitch mouth
Bentley truck, what the fuck? It ain´t my fault
I´m a street nigga, these niggas be tellin´ my name
And saltin´ my game, pillow talkin´ to a bitch who I fucked on the first night (Nigga, it ain´t my fault)

That yo´ money ain´t right nigga (It ain´t my fault)
You ain´t smoke how we smoke, nigga (It ain´t my fault)
You don´t drank how we drank, nigga (It ain´t my fault)
You ain´t real like we real, nigga! it ain´t my fault!
You don´t kill like we kill, nigga, it ain´t my fault

[Trouble]
It ain´t my fault these bitches mad though (It ain´t my fault, ooh)
It ain´t my fault that´s where the cash go (It ain´t my fault, yes)
Get out your feelin´, get a bag ho (It ain´t my fault, yeah)

Walked in Givenchy clean as hell ho (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Bentley just to shit on all these bitches (It ain´t my fault)
I bought the Wraith just to give it to my nigga (It ain´t my fault)
I came from nothin´, finally made it to the milli (It ain´t my fault, yeah, T)
Stackin´ the racks up to the ceilin´