When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
'Cos you all look the same; everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
Chorus:
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
You're more than a fan, lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-night-stands.
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset, if they call you a skank,
'Cos like the news; everyday you get pressed.
Chorus:
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky it's ladies night.
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami, 'cos you got there for free,
But somehow, you missed the plane.
You did too much E; met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Chorus:
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
We'd go to the club, and not see anyone.
Without girls like you, there's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
Chords used:
Bsus4 x24452
Bm7 x24232
Dm xx0231
Fm6 1x0110
C 032010
Bm x24432
G 320003
Am x02210
D xx0232