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, Slip $60 in her panties my number on the back
the proof is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, when we know that, And baby like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 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 models and poppin' mad 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 sippin' on Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I 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 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 know that we mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk 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, fingers say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, fingers say to come, But your say I should 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 pocket (and I 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 models and mad bottles tonight)