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 ****

Oh yeah, baby

Oh yeah, I have a jet, my balls 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 ****

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