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, on some Jack, Slip $60 in her 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, we know that, And chases like she don't 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 I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; good
When I 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, tippin' all 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 she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
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 care anymore, bitch, And I just 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
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just can't keep back
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to 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 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 your eyes say I should stop it (and I just you to know) If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight)