When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the club I'm to get my ass kicked, I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on Jack, $60 in her panties with my number on the back
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark 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 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 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
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the sounds good
I come up in the club, I'm mad dumb, Ladies lookin' at me 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know as my friends
'Cause the 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 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 want 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 mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just can't keep coming
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 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 that
You put my in a box, It was the one your 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 that locket
You put my in a box (cause I've seen it before) It was the one inside locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it (and I want you to know) If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight)