Interpret:

Janet Jackson

Album:

Ft. Missy Eliot

(Janet) 
Ha ha 
Hoo hoo 
Thought you'd get the money too 
Greedy, Greedy, Greedy 
Try to have your cake and eat it too 


(Carly) 
Missy.....remix 


(Missy) 
Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker 
(I) changed all the credit cards 
(and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe) 
You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm) 
Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe) 
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, ya gonna be broke you know 
Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy) 
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy 
Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me 
You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me 
What made you think I'd keep you around 
While I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?) 
You slump, bump, son of a gun 
And a, how much your worth? 
I think negative Don 


(Janet) 
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts 
A baby gigolo – a sex pistol 
Hollerin at everythin that walks 
No substance just small talk 
Know why you feelin on that girl's behind 
You gotta sleezy - one track mind 
Working your work until you think you find 
Who's goin home with you tonight 


*Hook 


(Janet with Missy in parenthesis) 
Oh (oh), who you give it to 
Who you gonna steal it from 
Who's your next victim (the right, like) 
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to 
Who you gonna cheat on 
Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) 
Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her 
After she discovers 
You don't really love her 
Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown 
Knock down – drag out 
Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) 


(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 (yeah, yeah) 
I betcha think this song is about you 
Don't you 
Don't you 
Don't you 
Don't you 


(Carly) 
Reeeeemix 
I'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you 


(Janet) 
Sweatin me but I'm not your type 
You think you irk me and you're so right 
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out 
Stupid bitch in my beach house 
Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool 
And be lead story on the nigga news 
Not me sucher 
I'll never be your lover 
I'm gonna make you suffer 
You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?) 


(Janet with Missy in parenthesis) 
Oh (oh), who you give it to 
Who you gonna steal it from 
Who's your next victim (the right, like) 
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to 
Who you gonna cheat on 
Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) 
Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her 
After she discovers 
You don't really love her 
Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy) 
Knock down - drag out 
Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) 


(Missy) 
You musta thought you had game like nigga what 
Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck 
Cause you don't really want Beef until you hit the streets 
See, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth 
Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me 
Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata me 
But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me 
But I ma say it real real, keep it real 
what da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick 
Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real 
don't front cause boy I da shit 


(Carly) 
I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa) 


(Missy) 
And this song is about you (playa), motherfucka, son of a gun (Janet) 


(Janet) 
Gotta chip upon your shoulder 
I just knocked it off (oh) 
Show me what you gonna do (uh) 
I ain't bout to run (uh) 
You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here) 
Shootin blanks now (uh) 
You son of a gun 


(Carly) 
Missy, Janet, Carly 


Repeat *Hook 


(Janet) 
Ha ha 
Hoo hoo 
Thought you'd get the money too 
Greedy mutherfuckers 
Try to have your cake and eat it too 


I'm gone