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, on some Jack, $60 in her panties with my number on the back
'Cause the 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 want 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 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 headphones; 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 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 chases like she don't know she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want 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 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 keep 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 that used to jingle in pocket, Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I all I've done, I would be trapped inside locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your (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 regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight)