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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-chaching
But she wants more, a gold diggin' whore
Here come the lawyers again

Chicks = trouble
You add it up and you get what you get

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 centerfold
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

Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin'
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills
Gold card lover, accountants run for cover