When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the 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 dark and corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, when we know that, And baby chases like she don't know 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 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 mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; good
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 them as my
the proof is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, we know that, And baby chases like she don't know what seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles
it down, the nice, 'Cause I can't 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 that used to jingle in 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 your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I care anymore) fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I want you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)