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,
