Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) [Route 80 Remix]

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, greedy, greedy try to have their cake and eat it too (Missy, ha, ha, remix)
Yo, check this out, you greedy mother-

I changed all the credit cards
And switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chilllin', boy
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, you gon' be broke, you know
Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me (about you)
You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me
What made you think I'd keep you around (bet you think this song is about you)
While I, work my a- off and you just lounge, huh?
You slum, bum, son of a gun
And uh, how much your worth, I think negative, done

Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind?
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you think you'll find
Who's goin' home with you tonight?

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right)
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you (yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you (I bet 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 (remix)

I'm doing better without you
And I'm happy without you (Janet)

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be the lead story on n- news
Never me, sucker, I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker (okay, baby)

Oh, oh (oh), who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right)
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

You musta thought you had game like, what? (About you)
Walk around like you down, you don't give a-
'Cause you don't really want beef (bet, bet you think this song is about you)
Until you hit the streets
See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me (yeah, yeah)
You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks
And now you all up on them knees still jocking me
But I'ma say it real real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick? (Misdemeanor)
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real
Don't front 'cause, boy, I'm the sh- (gon' now)
I'm doing better without you, playa
And I'm happy without you, playa
And this song is about you, playa
Mother- son of a gun (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 (need it right here)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun
Missy, Janet, Carly

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to? (No, no, no, no, no)
Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not what you say)
Who you gonna leave alone? (It's what you do)
Oh (oh)
What you gonna tell her (you're so vain)
After she discovers
You don't really love her? (You probably think this song is about you)
Oh (oh)
It's gonna be a showdown (don't you)
Knockdown, drag down (don't you, don't you)
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up (don't you?)

I bet you think this song is about you
(Don't you?)
I bet you think this song is about you
(I bet you)
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too (let's go)
Greedy, greedy, greedy try to have their cake and eat it too
I'm gone