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 on some Gin, Sip, on some Jack, Slip $60 in her with 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 is gone, when we know 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 want you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my
the proof 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 seen 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 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 your locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, happened to the keys that used 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 inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause I've it before) It was the one your locket, What happened to the that 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 all I've done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)