You don't like ballers, they don't do nothin' for ya
'Cause like the news, everyday you get pressed
You can't sit down right 'cause your jeans are too tight
But that part never goes right
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
'Cause you all look the same, everyone knows your name
Don't be mad at me 'cause you're pushin' thirty
Rockin' your F me pumps
At least your breasts cost more than hers
And you're lucky it's ladies night
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun
You should have known from the jump
But you end up with one-night stands
Without girls like you, there's no nightlife
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You're more than a fan, lookin' for a man
Can't tell who he's lookin' to
Don't be too upset, if they call you a skank
You don't like players, that's what you say-a
And spent the night gettin'
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse
And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew
In the mornin' you're vexed, he's onto the next
But somehow you missed the plane
And that's your whole claim to fame
So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free
And you didn't even get no text
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD., SALAAM REMI MUSIC
When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star
That you'd always get dumped so dust off your F me pumps
All those men just go home to their wives
You don't like players, that's what you say-a
And your old tricks no longer work
Songwriters: Salaam Remi, Amy Winehouse
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller
Never miss a night 'cause your dream in life
Is to be a footballers wife
Or them big ballers, don't do nothing for ya
You did too much, met somebody