Wavy Banx - My Fault Lyrics

Woah.... Yeah...
Wavy....Banx
I mean... I .... i... I see that they mad, but it's my fault that they mad
Oh my fault
I throw some bread in the vault, they mad so they throwing salt
Oh my fault
I see the look on they face when they see the shit that I bought
Oh my fault
My diamonds hit like assault, I'm blowing gas like exhaust
Oh my fault
I can't be going out sad, I cannot go out like y'all
Oh my fault
I throw some bread in the vault, they mad so they throwing salt
Oh my fault
I see the look on they face when they see the shit that I bought
Oh my fault
My diamonds hit like assault, I'm blowing gas like exhaust
Oh my fault
I can't be going out sad, I cannot go out like y'all
They so frustrated, they made that I made it
They bitter cause they didn't want me to win
I just pull up in the latest, I'm smoking the greatest
I'm hitting the dab out the pen
My squad is not one to play with, cause it can get dangerous
They ready to commit a sin
Just took a look at my statement, its looking amazing
It doubled like it gotta twin
You would never catch me with a lot of niggas
Just a lot of women and a lot of liquor
Your girl know about me then I probably hit her
Bet she throw it at me like she was a pitcher
She just give me face, I could never kiss her
Man I see a boss when I look in the mirror
All my diamonds shining looking like some glitter
Guess it's my fault why these niggas bitter
Ok, what you know about pulling up with a shorty on your arm and the hoes still choose
What you know about on the grind all the time everyday
Because I can't lose
I sit back, I count these blue's
When you up you bend the rules
Put my bitch in Jimmy Choo's
If I was you, I'd hate me too
Oh my fault
I throw some bread in the vault, they mad so they throwing salt
Oh my fault
I see the look on they face when they see the shit that I bought
Oh my fault
My diamonds hit like assault, I'm blowing gas like exhaust
Oh my fault
I can't be going out sad, I cannot go out like y'all
Oh my fault
I throw some bread in the vault, they mad so they throwing salt
Oh my fault
I see the look on they face when they see the shit that I bought
Oh my fault
My diamonds hit like assault, I'm blowing gas like exhaust
Oh my fault
I can't be going out sad, I cannot go out like y'all
Oh my fault, damn my bad
The look on your face when I thumb through this cash
When it comes to the money, I'm feindin, I need it, I's vital
I'm itching like I got a rash
I made a play, came up on dirty money
But now it's all clean, I gave it a bath
I ball every season, they hate for no reason
I really be up, just look at the stats
Now they like damn who is that
Skinny nigga with a big ole bag
Worked on my craft, remember the times that they sat back and laughed
It didn't last, now I got money don't know how to act
My fault, I do what I want
And you do what you can