Will she be there when all the money runs out?
We already know u can count on me… that’s me no doubt
But yet we always want what we can’t have
I shake my head to think how sad
We treat the ones that love us so bad

A man grow up believing what he makes make him a man
Never stop to think it’s a woman who made man
And although money can bring you happiness
When it run out its that women that will be there to hear your sadness

But she won’t be there, her love is not real
Let that money run out and u will see the real deal
But I remember every time I needed you
And you where not there...to busy chasing something that never existed
Coming to me now that the chick is going ballistic

Where were u when I need you…