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 sippin' on Gin, Sip, on some Jack, Slip $60 in her panties 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 roof is gone, we know that, And chases like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
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 don't 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 datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the sounds good
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, we know that, And chases like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just want you to that we datin' mad models 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 can't keep coming
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause I've it before) It was the one your locket, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) fingers say to come, But eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)