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