She's the type of chick. Can't live without. Take her home. Let her meet your momma. Won't trip when your phone. Rings off the hook. Ain't with that extra drama. Overlooks the fact. That sometimes. You don't know how to act. When you get a little tipsy. Or trippin' or flippin'. She sucks it in. Can keep her cool. Won't show out. On you while. You around your fellas. Find some more pics. Of you and your ex's. And she don't get jealous. Even when you. Get locked up. You can call her up. She's there for you. That's the kind of girl. You need. One that you can wifey. Chorus (2x):. Sometimes. You don't know how. What you've got. 'Til you lose. What you've got. When you should. Just wife her. Don't wait too late. You'll miss. A good thing. Go and get the ring. And tell her. That you wife her. The type of chick. That won't get slick. And keep you. From your kids. Won't get buck. Wild and clown. Now she's telling. All your biz. A queen. You don't have. To crown. She knows how. To hold it down. Likes to feel you. Inside her. And she tells you. Don't give out. Even though. She's temporary. She keeps it tight. Just like your married. She'll be the same. Without the ring. Cause she knows. How to play the game. And when you. Can't do without. She maxes out. The cards for you. That's the kind of girl. You need. One that you can wifey. (Chorus 2x). She'll fix. Your credit. But the Jordan's. On the debit. Better pay her back. But she insists. That you. Don't sweat it. She's no groupie. Tell me I'm her. One and only. Ghetto superstar. On the right next. To my heart. (Chorus). by: Hendrius Schneider