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 sippin' on Gin, Sip, Sippin' on 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 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 mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk 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; good
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, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all strippers like I know them as my friends
'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 baby chases like she don't know what seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
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 don't anymore, bitch, And I just 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 just can't coming back
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers 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, What happened to the that 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 inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one inside locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) Your say to come, But your say I should stop it (and I just want you to know) If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)