Sophisticated Bitch

That woman in the corner, cold playin' a role

Leave her ass in a corner till her feet gets cold

Knowin' for a fact that girl is whack

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, gettin' ready to throw

Only money at the bitch 'cause she thinks she's

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Peekin' and seekin' inside her book club

Demands for a man with a chemical look

Wishes and desires, getting worse with age

She don't want a man, all she wants is her page

Ain't got a man so she goes to a club

She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub

But that's the kind of place where she likes to go

The bitch got a problem 'cause she thinks she's

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Jackets, shoes, everyday ties

The girl only wants one of those guys

Sucked the two in front of me like it ain't no thing

Pretend to be friends, that don't want that thang

Talk like this, uh, don't talk slang

Do anything to get that thang

Tries to be chic and playing it off

Peekin' through the window, so I took her clothes off

Nasty girl, a stone cold freak

Stayin' in her bed a whole goddamn week

Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up sauce

From execs with checks, boys from the dorm

Never kept a name, never seen her face

She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place

I know she's a ho so I'ma go

Expose the funky bitch 'cause she thinks she's

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Now, she wants to suck a boy with an act of shame

And if you ain't got it, she'll turn you away

You can smile with style as you profile

'Cause you got her gold teeth and she thinks you're wild

She don't want a bother that's true and black

If you're liked, you're alright, better you stay back

'Cause the sucker with the bag is out the cat

With somethin' in his bag keepin' her attached

The man got a plan, it's IBM

The devil at her level, yes, it is him

His Audi she rides, his gold and clothes

The ill base method, turnin' up her nose

A lack, a lack, a lack, cold beamin' her up

She still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up

Her status looks at us from down below

Now the bitch is in troubled 'cause she was

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Sophisticated

Little is known about her past

So listen to me 'cause I know her as

Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes

Never got caught, so the story goes

She kept doin' that to all her men

Found the wrong man when she did it again

And still to this day people wonder why

Did he beat the bitch down till she almost died?