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 sippin' on Gin, Sip, Sippin' on Jack, Slip $60 in her panties with my 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, when we that, And baby chases like she don't know she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I care 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 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
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm on some Jack, Sip, on some Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my
'Cause the 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 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 I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we 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 can't keep coming
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What happened to the that used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, happened 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, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) Your say to come, But your eyes say I should 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)