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 pussy 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-cha-ching
But she wants more,
A gold-digging 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 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
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