Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin', Burn my cash in Beverly Hills Gold card lover, Accountants run for cover, Gucci went and jacked up my bills Well I know I shouldn't say it, but truth be told, I really thought that p**y was gold Chicks = Trouble, You add it up and you get what you get Chicks = Trouble, I always step right in, I always step right in the sh** Oh, yeah, baby Oh yeah, I have a jet, My balls are deep in debt, And all she hears is cha-cha-cha-ching But she wants more, A gold-digging who*e, Here come the lawyers again Chicks = Trouble, You add it up and you get what you get Chicks = Trouble, They'll kick you when your down in the ditch. Chicks = Trouble, I always step right in, I always step right in the sh** They never said I could catch this from a center fold, I got it bad and the doctor said I should've known, I should've known I should've known Yeah, yeah, yeah Chicks = Trouble, You add it up and you get what you get Chicks = Trouble, They'll kick you when your down in the ditch. Chicks = Trouble, You add it up and you get what you get Chicks = Trouble, Oh you add it up You get what you get Oh, she gets it half Oh no, no