Can't tell who he's lookin' to
With your big empty purse every week it gets worse
You don't like ballers they don't do nothing for ya
And spent the night getting caned
But that part never goes right
And your old tricks no longer work
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller
And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew
Or them big ballers don't do nothing for ya
And that's your whole claim to fame
Never miss a night 'cause your dream in life
And you didn't even get no text
Without girls like you there's no nightlife
Is to be a footballers wife
And your lucky its ladies night
In the morning you're vexed he's onto the next
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
But you end up with one-nights-stands
You should have known from the jump that you always get dumped
You don't like players that's what you say-a
Without girls like you there'd be no fun
Don't be mad at me 'cause your pushing thirty
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
'Cause like the news everyday you get pressed
But somehow you missed the plane
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller
'Cause you all look the same everyone knows your name
At least your breasts cost more than hers
So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free
You're more than a fan lookin' for a man
You can't sit down right 'cause you jeans are too tight
Don't be too upset if they call you a sket
You did too much E, met somebody
You don't like players that's what you say-a
All those men just go home to their wives
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
He could be your whole life if you got past one night