[Intro]
Yo...
Ladies and gentlemen
It’s Verbz
Hey, hey
From London town
From the UK, hey, hey
Yup, from London town
From the UK, hey, hey
I’m from London town
From the UK, hey, hey
Check it out

[Verse 1]
You could try to hop with her, recognize by the way your mouth drop
Your girlfriend sweatin’ me, yeah, she all over my style (back up)
Don’t be mad at me ‘cause I fix up so hot
Don’t be mad at me, don’t be mad at me

[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault
Everybody wanna know who the shorty with the Chanel clutch is, where she get that?
It ain’t my fault
I shop like a party hop, everybody see me in my jeans and my new Kidrobot
It ain’t my fault
It don’t matter what ya got, can’t rock it hot, they’ll all be laughin’ at you like
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[Verse 2]
Gold pan watch and my rose gold chain hangs low (hey, hey, hey)
Closet full of high-tops stacked in their box, brand new (hey, hey, hey)
Traffic stops when I hit the block with my Dora knocks on
Don’t be mad at me, don’t be mad at me

[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault
Everybody wanna know who the shorty with the Chanel clutch is, where she get that?
It ain’t my fault
I shop like a party hop, everybody see me in my jeans and my new Kidrobot
It ain’t my fault
It don’t matter what ya got, can’t rock it hot, they’ll all be laughin’ at you like
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (let me hear ‘em laugh... listen)

[Verse 3]
You can call me Verbz, Ms. Cappuccini
The matter of business is the manner you greet me
I spot swagger with my London eye
You ain’t got it, I can spot it from the London Eye (yup)
Like being on a mission from the MI-5
I show the world how to keep it fly-y-y-y (yup)
I wear my Gazelles, I rock the Hell’s Belles
Yes, I got it, born with it and I don’t even try
And don’t be mad that my hair has bags
When I fill 3 cabs and I make a dash
And don’t be mad when I flip my visor
When I sit beside ya with my joint on blast (blast)
You can spend your money on the latest trends
But you’re lookin’ at the source where the trend began
You talk about my style, but in the meanwhile
Got your man in the palm of my hand (yes, sir)
[Chorus]
It ain’t my fault
Everybody wanna know who the shorty with the Chanel clutch is, where she get that?
It ain’t my fault
I shop like a party hop, everybody see me in my jeans and my new Kidrobot
It ain’t my fault
It don’t matter what ya got, can’t rock it hot, they’ll all be laughin’ at you like
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
It ain’t my fault
Everybody wanna know who the shorty with the Chanel clutch is, where she get that?
It ain’t my fault
I shop like a party hop, everybody see me in my jeans and my new Kidrobot
It ain’t my fault
It don’t matter what ya got, can’t rock it hot, they’ll all be laughin’ at you like
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[Outro]
Stevie J...
I am Mr. Deniro
She is...
Ms. Cappuccini
Verbz...
C’mon...
Let’s go