Chicks = Trouble

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 pus*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 shit Oh yeah, baby Oh yeah, I have a jet, my balls are deep in debt And all she hears is cha-cha-chaching But she wants more, a gold diggin' whore 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 shit They never said I could catch this from a centerfold 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