(Janet)

Ha ha

Hoo hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy, Greedy, Greedy

Try to have your cake and eat it too



(Carly)

Missy.....remix



(Missy)

Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker

(I) changed all the credit cards

(and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)

You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)

Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe)

Whatcha go and 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, ya gonna be broke you know

Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy)

Any chick that you stick is real sleazy

Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me

You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me

What made you think I'd keep you around

While I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?)

You slump, bump, son of a gun

And a, how much your worth?

I think negative Don



(Janet)

Sharp shooter into breakin hearts

A baby gigolo a sex pistol

Hollerin at everythin that walks

No substance just small talk

Know why you feelin on that girl's behind

You gotta sleezy - one track mind

Working your work until you think you find

Who's goin home with you tonight



*Hook



(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)

Oh (oh), who you give it to

Who you gonna steal it from

Who's your next victim (the right, like)

Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on

Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)

Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown

Knock down drag out

Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)



(Janet & Carly)



I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah)

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you

Don't you

Don't you

Don't you



(Carly)

Reeeeemix

I'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you



(Janet)

Sweatin me but I'm not your type

You think you irk me and you're so right

I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out

Stupid bitch in my beach house

Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool

And be lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucher

I'll never be your lover

I'm gonna make you suffer

You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)



(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)

Oh (oh), who you give it to

Who you gonna steal it from

Who's your next victim (the right, like)

Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on

Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)

Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy)

Knock down - drag out

Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)



(Missy)

You musta thought you had game like nigga what

Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck

Cause you don't really want Beef until you hit the streets

See, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth

Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me

Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata me

But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me

But I ma say it real real, keep it real

what da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick

Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real

don't front cause boy I da shit



(Carly)

I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa)



(Missy)

And this song is about you (playa), motherfucka, son of a gun (Janet)



(Janet)

Gotta chip upon your shoulder

I just knocked it off (oh)

Show me what you gonna do (uh)

I ain't bout to run (uh)

You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here)

Shootin blanks now (uh)

You son of a gun



(Carly)

Missy, Janet, Carly



Repeat *Hook



(Janet)

Ha ha

Hoo hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy mutherfuckers

Try to have your cake and eat it too



I'm gone