Ha ha hoo hoo Thought youd get the money to Greedy Motherf*ckers Try to have your cake and eat it too (P.Diddy) This is the remix, now thats that sh*t right here Bad boy baby Janet, J.J ......... 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 fellin on that girls behind You gotta sleezy, one track mind Working your work until you think you find Whos going home with you tonight Missy Elliot: Changed all the credit cards and Switched the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around cuz im chillin boy Whatcha go and get your lawyers for? Which makes my dough and just one sho YOu know, your lawyers shouldve let you know ( you know) When you sue me you gon be broke Aint know way that you can bring me down Even in the chick that you stick is real sleezy Before I need you i bet you gon need me You aint want me anyway you wanted to be me, What made you think id keep you round While i work my ass off and you just lounge You slump, bumb, son of a gun and how much you worth I think negative done Janet (Diddy talking in back) Oh, who you gon give it to Who you gonna steal it from Whos your next victim Oh, who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone Oh, what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You dont really lover her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shootem up I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout) I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout) I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout) I bet you think this song is about you (who you talkin bout) Dont you Dont you Dont you Diddy: It wasnt me Whatchu talkin bout lawyers for, wasnt me Why you wanna change locks and doors, it wasnt me Well maybe it was sure, but you know tomorrow you love me some more Ill bat another visa, anotha set of keys we did this last week ma dont get amnesia, remember? All is back, and fourth gotta crip by the way this is the remix Janet: Sweatin me but im not your type You think you irk me and youre so right Id rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid b*tch in my beach house Naw i aint gonna go and act a fool And be lead story on the nigga news NOt me sucker Ill never be you lover Im gonna make you suffer You stupid mothaf*cker Missy: You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walkin round like you down, you dont give a fuck But you dont really want beef and take it to the street See im a lover not a fighter but i crack it to ya Boy plea plea naw dont bother me Cuz when you had me you aint know how to chill wit me You wanna bes in the street when you freak needs But now you all up on them knees still jogging me But ima say it real real keep it real what the deal how you feel is you ill is you sill(?) Cuz im the deal still here whip a peel and its real dont front cuz boy im the shhhh Im doing better without you (playa) Im happy without you (Playa) And this song is about you(Playa) Motherf*ckin son of a gun Janet: Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I aint bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shootin blanks now You son of a gun Oh, who you gon give it to who you gonna it steal from Whos your next victim Oh, who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone Oh, what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You dont really lover her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shootem up 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 Dont you Dont you Dont you Two times (fades out): Ha Ha hoo hoo Thought youd get the money to Greedy motherf*ckers Try to have your cake and eat it too
Artist: Janet Jackson f/Missy Elliot & P.Diddy
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