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