Ha ha hoo hoo
Thought you'd get
The money too
Greedy
Muther**kers
Try to have your
Cake and eat it too
Yeah, yeah...yeah...
Uh yeah, new mix
This bad shit right
Here, bad boy baby
Janet yeah, J.J.
Let us go around
Talking about that...
Feel me
Listen up ya'll
Sharp shooter into
Breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo
A sex pistol
Hollerin' at
Everythin' that
Walks
No substance
Just small talk
Know you
Feelin' on that
Girl's behind
You gotta sleezy
One track mind
Working your work
Until you think
You find who's goin'
Home with you
Tonight
Change all my
Credit cards
Switch the locks
To all my doors
You thought
My heart would
Be destroyed
Look around cause
I'm chillin' boys
What you goin' and
Get your lawyers for
Makes me dough
Just for show
You know
Your lawyers should
Let you know
You know
When you sue me
You gonna get
Broke you know
Ain't no way that
You can break
Me down easy
Any chick that
You stick is
Real sleezy
Before I need you
I bet you goin'
To need me
You ain't wanna
Any way you
Wanted to be me
What make you
Think I kick you
Around while
I put my ass out
While you just
Lounge uh
You slow bum
Son of a gun
How much you want
Think negative
Oh, who you
Give it to
Who you gonna
Steal from
Who's your next
Victim
Oh, who you
Gonna lie to
Who you gonna
Cheat on
Who you gonna
Leave alone
Oh, what ya
Gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really
Love her
Oh, oh, it's gonna be
A showdown
Knock down drag
Out, gunslinger
Shoot 'em up
I betcha think
This song is
About you
I betcha think
This song is
About you
I bet you do
I betcha think
This song is
About you
I betcha think
This song is
About you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
What you talking
About lawyers for
Was it me?
Why you want to
Change locks
And doors
Was it me? Well
Maybe it was for sure
Will you know
Tomorrow
You love me
Some more
I'm back
Another visa
Another set of keys
We did this
Last week
Now don't get
Amnesi a
...What?...
By the way
This is the
Re-mix, re-mix
Sweatin' me
But I'm not your
Type
You think
You irk me
And you're so right
I'd rather keep the
Trash and throw
You out
Stupid bitch in my
Beach house
Naw I ain't gone go
And act a fool
And be the lead story
On the nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be
Your lover
I'd rather make
You suffer
Go kick it baby
You must have
Thought
You had game
Like nigga wood
Walk around
Like you down
You were real cool
Cause you don't really
Want to be...till
You see straight
See I'm a lover
Not a fighter boy
Crack your teeth
Boy please leave now
Don't bother me
Cause when
You had me
You ain't
Know how to
Chillin' me
You wanna be
On the stage with the
freakies
Now you wallow
About my knees
Till jivin' me
I'm goin' say
Real real
Keep it real
With the deal
How you feel
I'm the best deal
Here with the deal
And still don't funk
Cause boy I'm a
Ssshhh ...
I'm doin' better
Without you
I'm happy
Without you
And this song
Is about you
Player mother from
Son of a gun
Got a chip upon
Your shoulder
I just knocked
It off
Show me what
You going to do
I think that's over
You have just run
Out of ammunition
Shoot them legs out
Son of a gun
You ask me
Baby yeah...
Ha ha ha ha ha
No no...it's not
What you say
It's what you do
You're so vain
You probably
Think this song
Is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
What you talking
About
What you talking
About
This song is about
You
What you talking
About
This song is about
You
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you