When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on Jack, Slip $60 in her with my number on the back
the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, when we know that, And baby chases she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I want you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm on some Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know as my friends
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we that, And baby chases like she know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just keep coming back
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside that
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause I've it before) It was the one your locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)