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 sippin' on Gin, Sip, on some Jack, Slip $60 in her panties my number on the back
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a 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 seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want 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 and poppin' mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; good
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies at me tell '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
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 that, And chases like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles
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 your locket, What happened to the keys that to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I regret all 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, What 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 locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)