When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, Come up in the 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 in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we know that, And baby chases like she know what 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 seen it before, bitch, And I care anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We mad models and poppin' mad bottles 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 strippers 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 roof is gone, we 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 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 know we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk 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 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 used to jingle in your pocket, fingers say to come, But your say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be inside 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, fingers say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that
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 say I should stop it (and I just 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)