You know, it's somethin you girls don't understand about the fast life

You might be a figga's last wife



And one thing about money

it's a heart breaker

and a widow maker

So you wanna run around with your little drugs and thugs

and keep buggin, baby



[ VERSE 1 ]

She love to be infatuated with the gangland-

Street-dwellin felon, judges use to play hangmen

On the low she was a TLC creeper

Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper

Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number'

'Sun, you don't believe me?' Call me Stevie cause I Wonder

Who was beepin honey everytime we was alone

Couldn't say it was her mother cause Nine-Ex deaded they phone

Let me guess, it was her girlfriend Sheila

The one who makes her living just by trickin different drug dealers

Don't work, with three kids by different brothers

Gettin welfare subsidized rent, live with her mother

In the projects she runs with the usual suspects

Wild figgas who bust Tecs over by Prospect

That's where the dope is at, always where the cash is at

Suckers gettin money showin chickens where they stash is at

Only to impress em and persuade em

Not really date em but lay them and then play them

I got vexed, but the sex made me wanna

While I was sleepin she was creepin in a 4-runner



[ CHORUS ]

I love her to death

But I can't kill myself

She bad for my health

I need somethin else

I love her to death

And I ain't even tryin to kill her

But she be wantin drug dealers

And 4-wheelers

I love her to death

But I can't kill myself

She bad for my health

I need somethin else

I love her to death

And I ain't even tryin to kill her

But she be wa