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 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 like she don't know she's 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 seen 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 headphones; sounds
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies lookin' at me 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm on some Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, all these strippers 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 roof is gone, we that, And baby chases like she don't what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
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 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
it down, the nice, 'Cause I can't 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 that used to in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your 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 your locket, What happened to the keys used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my picture in a box (cause I've it before) It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket (and I don't care anymore) Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight)