When I come up in the club, I`m talking mad s**t
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