Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) [Route 80 Remix]

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy, greedy, greedy try to have their cake and eat it too (Missy, ha, ha, remix) Yo, check this out, you greedy mother- I changed all the credit cards And switched the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around 'cause I'm chilllin', boy Whatcha go and get your lawyers for? I makes my dough in just one show, you know Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know When you sue me, you gon' be broke, you know Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me (about you) You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you around (bet you think this song is about you) While I, work my a- off and you just lounge, huh? You slum, bum, son of a gun And uh, how much your worth, I think negative, done Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everything that walks (uh) No substance, just small talk Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind? You got a sleazy, one track mind And workin' your back until you think you'll find Who's goin' home with you tonight? Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (That's right) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talking 'bout) Oh (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 Gunslingin' shoot 'em up I betcha think this song is about you (yeah) I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you) I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you Don't you (remix) I'm doing better without you And I'm happy without you (Janet) Sweatin' me but I'm not your type You think you irkin' me and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid b- in my beach house No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool And be the lead story on n- news Never me, sucker, I'd never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker (okay, baby) Oh, oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (That's right) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talking 'bout) Oh (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 Gunslingin' shoot 'em up You musta thought you had game like, what? (About you) Walk around like you down, you don't give a- 'Cause you don't really want beef (bet, bet you think this song is about you) Until you hit the streets See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me 'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me (yeah, yeah) You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks And now you all up on them knees still jocking me But I'ma say it real real, keep it real What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick? (Misdemeanor) 'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real Don't front 'cause, boy, I'm the sh- (gon' now) I'm doing better without you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa And this song is about you, playa Mother- son of a gun (Janet) Got a chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you're gonna do I ain't 'bout to run You have just run out of ammunition (need it right here) Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun Missy, Janet, Carly Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? (No, no, no, no, no) Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not what you say) Who you gonna leave alone? (It's what you do) Oh (oh) What you gonna tell her (you're so vain) After she discovers You don't really love her? (You probably think this song is about you) Oh (oh) It's gonna be a showdown (don't you) Knockdown, drag down (don't you, don't you) Gun slingin', shoot 'em up (don't you?) I bet you think this song is about you (Don't you?) I bet you think this song is about you (I bet 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 Ha, ha, hoo, hoo Thought you'd get the money too (let's go) Greedy, greedy, greedy try to have their cake and eat it too I'm gone