When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the club I'm to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on 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 roof is gone, we know that, And baby chases she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause seen 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, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight
Uh, yeah, good, me up in the headphones; sounds good
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm on some Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers I know them as my friends
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we that, And baby like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 want 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 your 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 would be trapped 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, Your say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket (and I don't care anymore) fingers say to come, But your eyes say I 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)