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 on some Gin, Sip, on some Jack, Slip $60 in her panties 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 is gone, when we know 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 don't 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 datin' mad 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," 'Cause I'm 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 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 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, 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 back
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 used to in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I stop it, If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that locket
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 your say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that 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 don't anymore) fingers say to come, But your say I should stop 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 models and mad bottles tonight)