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 you 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 and you 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, 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