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