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 dark and corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we know that, And baby chases like she don't know she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause I've 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 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 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," 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 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 care anymore, bitch, And I just want you to 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 just keep coming 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 jingle in pocket, fingers 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, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, fingers say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my in a box (cause I've 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 should 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 and poppin' mad bottles tonight)