Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis - Son of a Gun (Remix) lyrics

(Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy, Greedy, Greedy Try to have your cake and eat it too (Carly) Missy.....remix (Missy) Yo check this out, you greedy motherf**er (I) changed all the credit cards (and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe) You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm) Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe) Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I, makes my dough in just one show, you know Ain't no way you could bring me down (easy) Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you around While I, work my a** off and you just lounge (huh?) You slump, bump, son of a gun And a, how much your worth? I think negative Dun (Janet) Sharp shooter into breakin hearts A baby gigolo - a s** pistol Hollerin at everythin that walks 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 you find Who's goin home with you tonight *Hook (Janet with Missy in parenthesis) Oh (oh), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (the right, like) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (Janet & Carly) I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about 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 Don't you (Carly) Reeeeemix I'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you (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**h in my beach house Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool And be lead story on the n***a news Never be your s**er I'll never be your lover Id rather make you suffer You stupid mutherf**er (Janet with Missy in parenthesis) Oh (oh), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (the right, like) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy) Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (Missy) You musta thought you had game like n***a what Walk around like you down, you don't give a f** Cause you don't really want Beef, I'll take it to the streets See, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta chill with me You wanna beez in the streets with the freaks neaks But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me But I ma say it real real, keep it real What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I da sh** (Carly) I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa) (Missy) And this song is about you (playa), motherf**a, son of a gun (Janet) (Janet) Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off (oh) Show me what you gonna do (uh) I ain't bout to run (uh) You have just run out of ammunition (n***a right here) Shootin blanks now (uh) You son of a gun (Carly) Missy, Janet, Carly Repeat *Hook (Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy mutherf**ers Try to have your cake and eat it too I'm gone