son of a gun i betcha think this song is about you

Missy Elliott

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you d 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 I m chillin boy
Whatcha goin 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,
Ain t 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 ain t 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 breakin hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you re feelin on that girl s behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin your work until you find
Who s goin home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who s your next victim? (That s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That s what I m talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It s 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,
Don t you, don t you, don t you.

[Missy]
I m doin better without you, and I m happy without you.

[Janet]
Sweatin me but I m not you re type,
You think you irk 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 gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I d never be your lover,
I d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who s your next victim? (That s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That s what I m talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It s 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 a?
But you don t really wanna be forgot into the streets,
I m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, don t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain t know how to chill wit me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin me.
But I m gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz I m the deal, still here, what the feelin
Is real, don t front, cuz boy I m the?
I m doin better without you, playa, and I m 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,
Shootin 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?
Who s your next victim? (That s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (That s what I m talkin about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) It s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot ?em up

[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, it s not what you say, it s what you do
You re so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Don t you, don t you, don t you, don t 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,
Don t you, don t you, don t you.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.