Verse:
She looked at him, tears in her eyes
Said he’d be home late his career in the sky
She wants him home, home or die

Verse:
She screams out loud,
Her heart in doubt,
Hell probly take a split,
throw ’er ass out

If he does this to me, like so many before
I’ll take his fucking rifle, put my head on the floor
And Maybe he’ll get it,
That Money’s not worth die’in for

Verse:
Been, ten long days. since she last saw him
Big fat wallet in hand, millions he earned for them
hes comin home, leavin work like a sin

If he does this to me, like so many before
I’ll take his fucking rifle, put my head on the floor
And Maybe he’ll get it,
That Money’s not worth die’in for

Verse:
He left her again, with his money in hand
Said he couldn’t take her crazy bitchin and
She took his fucking rifle, bashed her head in

Chorus:
If he does this to me, like so many before
I’ll take his fucking rifle, put my head on the floor
And Maybe he’ll get it,
That Money’s not worth die’in for