When you walk in the bar, and you're dressed like a star, rockin' your F-meat pumps, and a man notice you, with your Gucci bag crew, can't tell who he's lookin' 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, what you really wouldn't mind a millionaire, you don't like ballers, they don't do nothin' for ya, what you'd love a rich man six foot 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 your ex, he's on to the next, and you didn't even get no taste, don't be too upset, if they call you a scat, cause like the news, everyday you get pressed, you don't like players, that's what you say, what you really wouldn't mind a millionaire, all them big ballers, don't do nothin' for ya, what you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller, you can't sit down right, cause your jeans are too tight, and your luckiest lady's not, with your big empty purse, every week it gets worse, at least your breasts cost more than hers, so you did Miami, cause you got there for free, but somehow you missed the plane, you did too muchy, met somebody, and spent the night getting cane, without girls like you, there'd be no fun, we 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 30, and your old tricks no longer work, you should've known from the jump, that you always get dumped, so dust off your * me pumps