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, Sippin' on Jack, Slip $60 in her panties my number on the back
the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a and vacant 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 seen it before, bitch, And I care 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 mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, me up in the headphones; sounds good
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies lookin' at me 'em, "come and get some," I'm sippin' on some Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my
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 know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I can't keep 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 that to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, fingers say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I would be inside that 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) Your say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I 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)