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 sippin' on Gin, Sip, on some 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, when we 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 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 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; good
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all 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 is gone, we know that, And chases like she don't 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 I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad 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, happened to the keys that 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 that
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, Your say to come, But eyes say I should 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, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) Your say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)