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 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-cha-ching
But she wants more
A gold-digging 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 shit

They never said I could catch this from a center fold
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