Verse 1 [Vocal, Guitar]
| Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |When you walk in the bar, and you're dressed like a star| Am7 D13 | G |Rockin' your f- me pumps | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |And a man notice you with your Gucci bag crew | Am7 D13 | G |Can't tell who he's lookin' to
Verse [Drums]
| Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |'Cause you all look the same, everyone knows your name | Am7 D13 | G |And that's your whole claim to fame | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |Never miss a night 'cause your dream in life | Am7 D13 | G |Is to be a footballer's wife
Hook 1
| Am | D |You don't like players, that's what you say- | G | C |But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire | Am | D |You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya | G | C |But you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller
Verse 2
| Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |You're more than a fan lookin' for a man | Am7 D13 | G |But you end up with one-night stands | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |He could be your whole life, if you got past one night | Am7 D13 | G |But that part never goes right | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |In the morning, you're vexed, he's onto the next | Am7 D13 | G |And you didn't even get no text | G6 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |Don't be too upset if they call you a sket | Am7 D13 | G |'Cause like the news, every day you get pressed
Hook 1
| Am | D |You don't like players, that's what you say- | G | C |But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire | Am | D |You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya | G | C |But you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller
Verse 3
| Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |You can't sit down right, 'cause your jeans are too tight | Am7 D13 | G |And you're lucky it's ladies' night | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse | Am7 D13 | G |At least your breasts cost more than hers | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free | Am7 D13 | G |But somehow you missed the plane | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |You did too much -, met somebody | Am7 D13 | G |And spent the night getting caned
Last-Hook
| Am | D |Without girls like you, there'd be no fun | G | C |We'd go to the club and not see anyone | Am | D |Without girls like you, there's no nightlife| G | C |All those men just go home to their wives
Ending
| Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |Don't be mad at me 'cause you're pushing 30 | Am7 D13 | G |And your old tricks no longer work | Cmaj7 F#aug | Bm7 E7b13 |You should have known from the jump That you'd always get dumped | Am7 D13 | G |So dust off your f- me pumps
