They give you money and they keep you bling’n
They give you no respect yet you claim that you’re not that kind of girl
So many men and so little time. Unless they bring presents and jewelry.
So many midnight trysts with so many guys. You only know two words like give me.
Everyday you play for pay, though you claim its not that way, every man is your best friend with special benefits
You Don’t have time for those who care unless their flying you somewhere to exotic spots with rainbow dreams and Island sunsets
They give money and they keep you bling’n
They give you no respect can’t you see that you are that kind of girl.
So many offers to spend some time. Designer clothes and perfume
So many nights of love with so many guys, in suites and hotel bedrooms
Gold and diamonds cash and pearls, With Visa cards they rock your world, anything that you desire they give it to you
Still you claim you’re not for sale, not some gold digging female but everybody knows just what it takes to do you.
Wide screen TV’s, brand new furniture, Your bills are paid but theres no peace of mind
Vacation trips, money, cars and furs, They give you bling and it makes you blind.
Shorty with the bling was a dancer , that became a professional romancer
She’s got a driveway full of cars and a luxury suite, a whole lot of lovers but she keeps it discreet.
And for real she’s a star on the move, if you ain’t got no cash then you lose
Gucci and prada, neiman marcus and saks and if its not high priced then you must take it back.
Don’t hold up on the cash and the bling, or she’ll end that whole sexual thing
You must bring some to get some for sure and her fine **** in black is the lure
So don’t step to her alright, unless your bank account is padded just right
And don’t think you can change who she is, Don’t get mad at her son its just biz