Fellas if ya love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies, Usher Usher, yeah man, true story, Real G's wit me on this one, ya, ya, ya, ya Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man, You'd think I'd be satisfied and truthfully

Wine for me, wine for me, wine for me, baby Love how your waistline a go 'round, girl Love how your waistline a go 'round, go 'round gyal The way you a wine girl Make me haffi stop everything Me want turn you inna wifey Love how your waistline a go

I guess luck is on your side Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey As luck would have it I've settled into my role as the good guy All sevens,

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

Bitch, I might be I promise you ain't met a real one like me Girl, I think I might let you be my wifey Put some diamonds on your neck, girl, have you icy Or I might just spend a check, I'm still deciding Ooh, I see niggas hatin', they wanna be like me

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to