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[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you̢۪d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.
[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz I̢۪m chillin̢۪ boy
Whatcha goin̢۪ get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Ain̢۪t no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ain̢۪t want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge
around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative,
done
[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin̢۪ hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin̢۪ at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you̢۪re feelin̢۪ on that girl̢۪s
behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin̢۪ your work until you find
Who̢۪s goin̢۪ home with you tonight.
[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna
steal it from?
Who̢۪s your next victim? (That̢۪s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna
cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That̢۪s what I̢۪m
talkin̢۪ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she
discovers,
you don̢۪t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It̢۪s gonna be a show down, knock
down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot ‘em up
[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you.
[Missy]
I̢۪m doin̢۪ better without you, and I̢۪m happy
without you.
[Janet]
Sweatin̢۪ me but I̢۪m not you̢۪re type,
You think you irk me, and you̢۪re so right,
I̢۪d rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I ain̢۪t gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I̢۪d never be your lover,
I̢۪d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha
f*****
[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna
steal it from?
Who̢۪s your next victim? (That̢۪s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna
cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That̢۪s what I̢۪m
talkin̢۪ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she
discovers,
you don̢۪t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It̢۪s gonna be a show down, knock
down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot ‘em up
[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you,
what?
Walkin’ ‘round, like you’re down, you
don’t give aâ€Â¦
But you don̢۪t really wanna be forgot into the
streets,
I̢۪m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your
teeth
Boy I plead please, no, don̢۪t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain̢۪t know how to chill
wit̢۪ me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin̢۪
me.
But I̢۪m gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you
sick?
Cuz I̢۪m the deal, still here, what the
feelin̢۪
Is real, don’t front, cuz boy I’m theâ€Â¦
I̢۪m doin̢۪ better without you, playa, and
I̢۪m happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!
[Janet]
Got a chip upon 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,
Shootin̢۪ blanks now, you son of a gun.
[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly
[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna
steal it from?
Who̢۪s your next victim? (That̢۪s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna
cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That̢۪s what I̢۪m
talkin̢۪ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she
discovers,
you don̢۪t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It̢۪s gonna be a show down, knock
down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot ‘em up
[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, it̢۪s not what you say,
it̢۪s what you do
You̢۪re so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you, don̢۪t
you.
[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,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you, don̢۪t you.
[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you̢۪d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.
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