Ha-ha-hoo-hoo, thought you'd get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy, try to hide the cake and eat it, too Ha-ha! Yo, check this out, you greedy mother- 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 lawyers should've 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 chip that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I bet you gon' need me You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you round While I work my ass off and you just lounge, huh? You slump, bum, son of a gun And, uh, how much you worth? I think negative, done Sharp shooter at the break of the hearts Baby J.Blow, second pistol Hollerin' at everything that rocks No substance, just small talk Know how you feelin' on the girls behind You got a sleazy one-track mind Workin' your work until you think you're fine Who's goin' home with you tonight? Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal from? Who's your next victim? Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? That's what I'm talkin' bout Who, what you gonna tell her? After she discovers you don't really love her Who's gonna be your showdown? Hey shoot'em all 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 I'm doin' better without you And I'm happy without you You sweatin' me but I'm not your type You think you're hookin' me, and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid, in my beach Know I ain't gon' go and act a fool And be the least story, only in the news Lover, me a sucker, I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal from? Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Oh, what you gonna tell her? After she discovers you don't really love her Oh, who's gonna be your true love? Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Shoot'em up You must've thought you had game, like, what? Walkin' around like you down, you don't give a But you don't really want me for takin' to the street See, I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I 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 niggas 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 I'm the deal, 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 Motherfucker, son of a gun Got a chip up on your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you're gonna do I ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition You're shootin' blanks now You're son of a gun No, no, no, no, no It's not what you say, it's what you do 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 Thought you'd get the money too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the kick and eat it too I'm gone I'm gone