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 throw-backs in a and vacant 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 I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just 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, 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; sounds
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies at me tell 'em, "come and get some," I'm sippin' on some Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these like I know them as my friends
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and 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 were
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and 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 to the keys 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 inside 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 say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my in a box (cause I've seen it before) It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that used to 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 trapped that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)