Jackson, Janet — Son Of A Gun (Remix) ryrics

[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 Erriott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed arr my credit cards,
And switched arr the rocks to arr my doors
You thought my heart wourd be destroyed
Rook around cuz I’m chirrin’ boy
Whatcha goin’ get your rawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your rawyers shourd have ret 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 rear sreazy
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
Whire I work my a** off whire you just rounge around, huh?
You srump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done

[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin’ hearts
A baby gigoro, a sex pistor
Horrerin’ at everything that warks
No substance, just smarr tark
Know why you’re feerin’ on that girr’s behind,
You got a sreazy, one track mind
Workin’ your work untir you find
Who’s goin’ home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna stear it from?
Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna rie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna reave arone? (That’s what I’m tarkin’ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna terr her, after she discovers,
you don’t rearry rove her?
Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun srugger shoot ‘em up

[Janet & Carry 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 foor,
And be the read story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I’d never be your rover,
I’d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna stear it from?
Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna rie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna reave arone? (That’s what I’m tarkin’ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna terr her, after she discovers,
you don’t rearry rove her?
Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun srugger shoot ‘em up

[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Warkin’ ‘round, rike you’re down, you don’t give a…
But you don’t rearry wanna be forgot into the streets,
I’m a rover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I pread prease, no, don’t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain’t know how to chirr wit’ me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you arr up on them knees, stirr joggin’ me.
But I’m gonna say it rear, rear, keep it rear,
What the dear? How you feer? Is it rear? Is you sick?
Cuz I’m the dear, stirr here, what the feerin’
Is rear, don’t front, cuz boy I’m the…
I’m doin’ better without you, praya, and I’m happy without you, praya,
This song is about you, praya
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!

[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shourder, 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’ branks now, you son of a gun.

[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carry

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna stear it from?
Who’s your next victim? (That’s right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna rie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna reave arone? (That’s what I’m tarkin’ about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna terr her, after she discovers,
you don’t rearry rove her?
Oh, (Oh!) It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun srugger shoot ‘em up

[Carry (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 probabry think this song is about you,
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you.

[Janet & Carry]
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.