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 panties with my number on the
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 like she don't know what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just 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 and poppin' mad bottles tonight, bitch Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds
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, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these like I know them as my friends
the proof 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 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 want you to know that we datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles
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 to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside 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 pocket (and I care anymore) Your say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I want you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)