We say we get along but, we really dont
she says I'm doin wrong but, I really dont
and when I'm on the phone, she's quick to grab her coat
like, "you pay me no attention", but I'm really broke
I never have funds to have any fun
cause I spent it on her and our relations
that brand new purse from mr viutton
and she always want more, what's wrong wit that one?
she wanna hit the club, the lobby and the after,
party at the bar wit all the fake rappers
blinded by the chains and rings from all the trappers
she give another nigga the eye I might slap her
she mustve never seen my jersey in the rafters
a stone cold player, patterned my game after
the tiger of the woods, always winning the masters
these ho(le)s aint gettin scratch so nigga u can have her

Hook
It dont matter the clothes you wear
Noone knew you were ever there
whereever you go
there you are
and you think that you's a star
It dont matter the clothes you buy
VIP when you hitched the ride
you left all your friends outside
you just had to be all in the mix

2nd Verse
Yo u know she got that bomb thing,
cheerleader, prom queen,
stayed wit a nigga but she always kept a side fling
hit her on the twitter she'll prolly show her tongue ring
twitpic it like, "when we gettin into something?"
money on the mind, she think about one thing
and that's to be a trophy wife or a Sunbeam
always talking to her girls bout the diamonds and the pearls
and how she got these lame niggas giving her the world
just like this ballplayer, he keep her hair curled
nails done
but she claiming that he still aint gettin none
and you could find her at bossanovas after 1
at a table telling fables like she's "only having fun!"
far from a nun tho, just a rapunzel
damsel in distress, nuthin but a dumb ho
she want mo but all I really know
is youre 15 minutes is up, u gotta go!