That woman in the corner, cold playin’ the role
Just leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold
Knowin’ for a fact, that girl is whacked
If you hold your hand out, she’ll turn her back
Better walk, don’t talk, she’s all pretend
Can’t be her friend unless you spend
Wall to wall, after all
Get ready to throw only money at the bitch
Cause she thinks she’s so-
Phisticated
Peekin’, seekin’ inside a book
Her demands for a man with a chemical look
Wishes, desires, gettin worse with age
She doesn’t want a man, all she wants is a page
Ain’t got a man so she goes to a club
She think it’s classy but it’s really a pub
But that’s the kind of place she likes to go
The bitch got a problem
Cause she thinks she’s so-
Phisticated
Jackets, shoes, everyday ties
The girl only wants one of those guys
Suckers who front like it ain’t no thing
Pretend to be friends, don’t want that thang
Talk like this, don’t talk slang
Do anything to get that thang
Tries to be chic and play it off
Peekin’ through the window, I saw her take her clothes off