ha ha
hoo hoo
thought you'd get the money too
greedy mother**** try to have your cake and eat it too
sharp shooter into breakin hearts,
a baby gigolo a sex pistol
hollerin at everything that wallks,
no substance just small talk,
know why you feelin on that girl's behind,
you gotta sleezy one track mind,
working your work until you think find,
who's goin home with you tonight
(chorus):
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 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 betcha think this song is about you
i betcha think this song is about you
don't you
don't you
don't you
don't you
sweatin me but i'm not your type
you think you irk me and you're so right
i'd rahter keep the trash and throw you out
stupid b**** in my beach house
naw i ain't gonna go and act a fool
and be lead story on the n**** news
not me sucker
i'll never be your lover
i'm gonna make you suffer
you stupid mother****
(chorus)
gotta chip upon your shoulder
i just knocked it off
show me what you gonna do
i ain't bout to run
you have just run out of ammunition
shootin blanks now
you son of a gun
(chourus)
ha ha
hoo hoo
thought you'd get the money too
greedy mother**** try to have your cake and eat it too
