[Intro: Wynne]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Wynne]
I look back at it like I'm reminiscing, I'm fucking him like I'm smitten
Probably the edible kicked in, I feel it all up in my midriff
Telling me how much he missed it, I stay on your side of the bed
Pussy make you forget what I said, know you gon' bring it back up in the end
I give it a week, I'm sucking my teeth
Don't ask me to act like I ain't been a freak
Until we linked, ego so fragile
You tapping this water like it's out the sink
Fuck with you, stink, pull up a seat
It's private for you, at least 'til it leaks
We barely got out the bed in a week, leaving the scent of cologne on my sheets

[Bridge: Wynne]
Stack money, but he calling me shortbread
Baby, come kiss my forehead
Can't be a free man like Morgan
Keeping your tees, I'm sorry I'm hoarding
Did your ex ever tell you you're gorgeous?
Again and again like the chorus
Uh, kill the pussy and mourn it
I'm making breakfast for you in the morning
[Refrain: Wynne]
He picture me in his fantasy
We fuck, got me yelling profanities
I like the way that he handles me
Made him realize he might want a family

[Chorus: Wynne & Chris Patrick]
Wife, wife, wife, wife
Wife, wife, wife (Yeah), wife

[Verse 2: Chris Patrick & Wynne]
Is you gon' Moriah Mills me? (Nah)
If I piss your ass off, is you posting our sex tape on Twitter to try and kill me?
Cool, I ain't tripping, go ahead, post the vid up
They gon' see how you act when you laid on your back for the moment my tongue and your clit touch
They gon' peep that this n***a from Jersey got hall of fame dick, work the rim with the skills for MVP pick ups
Busting your shit up
Wingardium Leviosa, got that magical pussy with powers for rising my stick up
I got my hand round the base of your neck when I slide in it
You tell me, "I love you," I say that shit back 'cause it make you get wetter when riding it
Damn near together, might as well vibe with it
Put you to sleep every time that you came
Picturing me and you locking the chain
Miniature me, started rocking my slang
Driving my whip like you copped it, stop playing
Ran off with hoodie, shit, I don't complain
You my lil' stink, my lil' rider, my baby
Finna stay lowkey, I'm private with dating
Belong to me only, I'm cutting hoes daily
You the one I'm tryna see the world end with
Hoes pop up, I'ma curve that quick
On God, you deserve that shit
Fuck you so good that you get up on TikTok, make a crazy little girlfriend skit
Clear out the schedule for you, ain't much shit better than you (Yeah)
[Chorus: Wynne & Chris Patrick]
Baby girl, you is a
Wife, wife, wife, wife
Wife, wife, wife
Baby girl, you is a
Wife, wife, wife, wife
Wife, wife, wife

[Verse 3: Wynne]
Got me on my knees, baby
Breathe, baby
Passenger princess, I let you drive like I'm setting a screen, baby
My number one prospect
Let me help you process trauma you got that you haven't unlocked yet
You let me in and I'm clearing out cobwebs
No one's been in here since you were a toddler
Damn, thought I had the summer, you're making me pivot
I look at you and I know that it's different
Turn in my homework the way I'm subm—
Still call the shots, don't get it twisted
Dream girl, but I'm so realistic
Dream girl, but I'm so real

[Refrain: Wynne]
He picture me in his fantasy
We fuck, got me yelling profanities
I like the way that he handles me
Made him realize he might want a family
[Chorus: Chris Patrick & Both]
Wife, wife, wife, wife
Wife, wife, wife, ayy
Baby girl, you is a wife