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

Cuz 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 footballers wife
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 foot two or taller

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-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,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

Or 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,
Cuz your jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers

So you did Miami,
Cuz 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,
Cuz 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 f**k me pumps