Woo When you walk in the bar And you're dressed like a star Rockin' your eff me pumps And a man notice you With your Gucci bag crew Can't tell who he's looking to 'Cause you all look the same Everyone knows your name And that's your whole claim to fame Never miss a night 'Cause your dream in life Is to be a footballer's wife You don't like players That's what you say 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-foot-two or taller You're more than a fan Looking 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 on to the next And you didn't even get no text Don't be too upset If they call you a sket 'Cause like the news, every day you get pressed You don't like players That's what you say But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire All them big ballers Don't do nothing for ya But you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller You can't sit down right 'Cause your jeans are too tight And you lucky it's ladies' night With your big empty purse Every week it gets worse At least your breast cost more than hers So you did Miami 'Cause you got there for free But somehow you missed the plane You did too much E Met somebody And spent the night getting caned 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 'Cause you're pushing thirty And your old tricks no longer work You should have known from the jump That you always get dumped So dust off your fuck me pumps