When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the club I'm to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on Gin, Sip, Sippin' on 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, we know that, And chases like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I want 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 mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; good
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies lookin' at me 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers I know them as my friends
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, we know that, And baby chases like she don't 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 we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just can't coming 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 eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I all I've done, I would be inside 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 pocket (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 that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)