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 with my number on the
the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, when 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, Punk 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
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, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know 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 chases 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 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 just can't keep 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 eyes say I stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to in your pocket, Your say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) fingers 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 mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)