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 panties with my 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, we know that, And baby like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
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 datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the sounds 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, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I them as my friends
the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, we know 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 don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight, Punk 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, 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 inside that locket
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 eyes say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one your locket, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your 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 all I've done, I would be trapped inside that (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)