When I come up in the club. I'm talking mad shit. Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked. 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin. Sip Sippin' on some Jack. Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back. 'Cause the proof is in the Kodak. The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner. You were freezing I was warmer. And the roof is gone when we know that. And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing. I was steady you were fleeting. Punk bitch. 'Cause I've seen it before. Punk bitch. And I don't care anymore. Punk bitch. And I just want you to know. Punk bitch. Punk bitch. 'Cause I've seen it before. Punk bitch. And I don't care anymore. Punk bitch. And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles. Tonight. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight. Uh yeah sounds good. Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good. When I come up in the club. I'm actin' mad dumb. Ladies lookin' at me tell 'em "come and get some". 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Jack. Sip Sippin' on some Gin. Tip tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my friends. 'Cause the proof is in the Kodak. The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner. You were freezing I was warmer. And the roof is gone we know that. And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing. I was steady you were fleeting. Punk bitch. 'Cause I've seen it before. Punk bitch. And I don't care anymore. Punk bitch. And I just want you to know. Punk bitch. Punk bitch. 'Cause I've seen it before. Punk bitch. And I don't care anymore. Punk bitch. And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles. Tonight. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. Punk bitch. Whoa whoa oh. We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight. Write it down. Scratch the nice. 'Cause I just can't keep coming back. Punk bitch. Yeah. Punk bitch. Yeah. Punk bitch. Yeah. Punk bitch. Yeah. You put my picture in a box. It was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket. Your fingers say to come. But your eyes say I should stop it. If I regret all I've done. I would be trapped inside that locket. You put my picture in a box. It was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket. Your fingers say to come. But your eyes say I should stop it. If I regret all I've done. I would be trapped inside that locket. You put my picture in a box ('cause I've seen it before). It was the one inside your locket. What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care. anymore). Your fingers say to come. But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know). If I regret all I've done. I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad. bottles tonight)