From The Job

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 footballer's 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 you 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 cane

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 your brushing 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