Ha ha hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money to
Greedy Motherf*ckers
Try to have your cake and eat it too
(P.Diddy)
This is the remix, now that's that sh*t right here Bad boy baby
Janet, J.J .........
Janet:
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby gigolo - a sex pistol
Hollerin at everythin that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you fellin on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy, one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's going home with you tonight
Missy Elliot:
Changed all the credit cards and
Switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz i'm chillin boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for?
Which makes my dough and just one sho'
YOu know, your lawyers should've let you know ( you know)
When you sue me you gon' be broke
Aint know way that you can bring me down
Even in the chick that you stick is real sleezy
Before I need you i bet you gon need me
You ain't want me anyway you wanted to be me,
What made you think i'd keep you round
While i work my a** off and you just lounge
You slump, bumb, son of a gun and how much you worth
I think negative done
Janet (Diddy talking in back)
Oh, who you gon give it to
Who you gonna steal it 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 lover her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot'em up
I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout)
I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout)
I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout)
I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout)
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Diddy:
It wasn't me
Whatchu talkin bout lawyers for, wasn't me
Why you wanna change locks and doors, it wasn't me
Well maybe it was sure, but you know tomorrow you love me some more
I'll bat another visa, anotha set of keys we did this last week ma don't get
amnesia, remember?
All is back, and fourth gotta crip by the way this is the remix
Janet:
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 b*tch 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 you lover
I'm gonna make you suffer
You stupid mothaf*cker
Missy:
You musta thought you had game like n**** what
Walkin round like you down, you don't give a f**k
But you don't really want beef and take it to the street
See i'm a lover not a fighter but i crack it to ya
Boy plea plea naw don't bother me
Cuz when you had me you ain't know how to chill wit me
You wanna bes in the street when you freak needs
But now you all up on them knees still jogging me
But i'ma say it real real keep it real what the deal how you feel is you ill
is you sill(?)
Cuz i'm the deal still here whip a peel and it's real don't front cuz boy i'm
the shhhh
I'm doing better without you (playa)
I'm happy without you (Playa)
And this song is about you(Playa)
Motherf*ckin son of a gun
Janet:
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
Oh, who you gon give it to
who you gonna it 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 lover her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Two times (fades out):
Ha Ha hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money to
Greedy motherf*ckers
Try to have your cake and eat it too
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