When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on Gin, Sip, Sippin' on 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 don't know what seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 want you to know that we datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch 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
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, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my
'Cause the 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 know what seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't 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 poppin' mad tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just keep coming back
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
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 be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I regret all done, I be trapped 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 keys that used to jingle in your (and I don't care anymore) fingers 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 that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)