Chicks = Trouble

Rolls Royce shoppin'
Vicodin poppin'
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills

Gold card lover
Accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my bills

I shouldn't say this
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

Yeah I have a jet
but my balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is ch-ch-ch-ching

But she wants more
A gold-diggin' whore
Here come the lawyers again, again, again

Chicks = Trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
Chicks = Trouble
They'll kick you when you're down in the ditch
Chicks = Trouble
I always step right in
I always step right in the shit

Hef never said I could catch this from a centerfold
But I got it bad and the doctor said I shoulda known
I shoulda known
I shoulda known

Chicks = Trouble
You had it up again with your gift
Chicks = Trouble
They'll kick you when your down in the ditch
Chicks = Trouble
You had it up again with your gift

Oh you had enough
You get what you give
Oh

Oh no