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