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, Sippin' on Jack, Slip $60 in her panties with my number on the
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and 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 fleeting
bitch, 'Cause seen 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 want you to know 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
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the sounds good
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies at me tell 'em, "come and get some," I'm sippin' on some Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, all these strippers like I know them as my friends
the proof 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 seen 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 want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight, Punk 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 inside locket, What happened to the keys that used to in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I would be inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What to the keys 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 inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause I've it before) It was the one inside 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 all I've done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight)