That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role

Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold

Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked

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

Get ready to throw only money at the bitch 'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated Peekin' an' seekin' inside a book

Her demands for a man with a chemical look

Wishes an' desires, gettin' worse with age

She doesn't want a man, all she wants is a pay 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

Suckers who front it like it ain't no thang

Pretend to be friends and don't want that thang Talk like this, don't talk slang, do anything to get that thang

Tries to be chic and playin' it off

Peekin' through the window, saw her take her clothes off

Nasty girl, a stone cold freak

Stayin' in the bed a whole goddamn week Comin' and leavin', guys servin' up storms

From execs with checks, boys from the dorms

Never kept a name, never seen a 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 a sucker boy with an attach

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

You can smile with style as you profile

'Cause you got a gold tooth an' she thinks you're wild She don't want a brother that's true and black

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

'Cause the sucker with the bag is out to catch

With something in his bag keepin' her attached The man's 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, turning up her nose A lack, a lack, a lack, cold beaming her up

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

Her status looks at us from down below

Now, the bitch is in trouble 'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated Little is known about her past

So listen to me 'cause I know her ass

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

He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died Sophisticated