Chicks = Trouble

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 ***** 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 *****t
Oh yeah, baby
Oh yeah, I have a jet, my ***** 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
Chicks = trouble
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in,
I always step right in the *****t
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