[Intro:]

But if I went ballin, would you still be callin? Oh

[Verse 1:]

Shit, what you mean I talk a good game

You the one that's only it in for a fuckin rain

You weren't with me shootin in the gym and

You weren't with me sparrin in the boxing ring

Instead of waiting for a love

Be an independent woman, go to school and get a job

We ain't married so listen here honey

I ain't tryina Shaq up with a Ashanti

Was it love at first sight?

Or lust at first like

I need a queen, a love for my life

But it's uncommon to find miss right (Queen Latifa)

My name ain't James but I'm worthy of a ride or die chick on my team wearing my jersey

You wanna stunt? Get a grill feeker

Fuck cheering, I need a team leader

[Hook:]

Acting like them basketball wives

I ain't even made you my wife

Cause you only in it for the fast life

But if I went balling, would you still be calling? Oh oh

[Verse 2:]

If you's a bitch, this song is prolly bout you

But not exclusively, cause bitch niggas do to

Fucking for money, don't they label that a prostitute?

Messed around in her garden, ate her forbidden fruit

Next thing you know, you got a seat too

Do you go to the clinic or do your let it live?

9 times out of 10 she gonn let it live

Cause she tryina get that check on the first attempt

Car note and the rent I pay that

All that acting out of spike, I ain't play that

James browning, looking for the big payback

Wait, I ain't shit, how could you even say that?

And pray that I die and go to hell,

I kept you in the coupe and I kept you in Chanel

I kept you with a motherfucking roof over your head

But instead of saying me thank you, you tell me to go to hell

[Hook:]

Acting like them basketball wives

I ain't even made you my wife

Cause you only in it for the fast life

But if I went balling, would you still be calling? Oh oh

[Outro:]

If you feel like this song is about you... it probably is

Biatch!