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, $60 in her panties with my number on the back
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the is gone, when 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 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 we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We mad models 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, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these like 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 baby chases like she don't what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
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 want 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 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 used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your say I should stop 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 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 regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)