Ha-ha, hoo-hoo, thought you'd get the money, too Greeting, greeting, greeting, try to have that kick and eat it, too Let's go This Yeah This Yeah Uh Yeah D-Mix That is that sh-t right here Bad boy, baby Yeah Janet Yeah JJ This goes out to all these clubs Damn, you fine, man Feel me? Let's bounce, y'all I'm the shop shooter and I'm breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, *** pistol Hollerin' at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Now, why you feelin' all the girls behind? You gotta stay, you see, one track mind Work on your record till you think you'll find Who's goin' home in here? 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 chillin', boy What you goin' 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 can bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I bet you gon' leave me You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me What make it you think I keep you round? Well, I Work my ass off and you just lounge Come on You slump, bum, son of a gun And, uh How much you worth? I think nothing This is the remix Oh, you're gonna give it to you You're gonna steal from me Yeah, that's right, baby Oh, you're gonna love to you You're gonna cheat on me That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh, you're gonna tell me After she discovered, she don't really love that It's gonna be a showdown I, I, I, I, I, been, been seeing I bet you think this song is about you Who you talkin' bout? I bet you think this song is about you I know Who you talkin' bout? I bet you think this song is about you Yeah Who you talkin' bout? I bet you think this song is about you Don't you, don't you, don't you It wasn't me Whatchu talkin' bout, lawyers, for? It wasn't me Why you wanna change locks and doors? It wasn't me Well, maybe it was, sure But you know, tomorrow you'll love me some more I'm back Another visa, another set of keys We did this last week, ma, don't get amnesia Remember? All this back and forth, gotta quit By the way, this is the remix You mess with me, but I'm not your type You think you hurt me, and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid bitch in my bitch house No, I ain't Cocoa, I'm not the fool Let me tell you a story, on the news Don't call me sucker, I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer Okay, baby You must've thought you had game, like you would Walk around like you down, you don't give a *** But you don't really want beef, I'll take you to the street See, I'm a lover, not a fighter, boy, I'll crack your teeth Boy, please, please, nah, don't bother me Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me You were the bees in the street with the freak knees But now you all up on them knees, still jockin' me But I'ma say it real, real, keep it real What the deal, how you feel, is you ill, is you sick Cause only thing I'm still here with a pill And it's real, don't front, cause boy, I'm the I'm doin' better without you And I'm happy without you And this song is about you, player Son of a gun You got a chip up on your shoulder I just knock it off, show me what you're gonna do I ain't bout to bite you, I just run out of ammunition Shootin' blanks and you're gonna hurt your eyes You're gonna give it to me, you're gonna steal from me You're gonna love me, you're gonna love me You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you Don't you, don't you, don't you I bet you think this song is about you I bet you think this song is about 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, bet you get the money too Greedy, greedy, greedy, try to have it, you can't get it I bet you think you need a drink