(Chant). Ha ha. Hoo hoo. Thought you'd get the money too. Greedy mutherfuckers. Try to have your cake. And eat it too. Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts. A baby gigolo - a sex pistol. Hollerin' at everything that walks. No substance just small talk. Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind. You gotta sleezy one track mind. Workin' your work until you think you find. Who's goin' home with you tonight. (B-section). Oh who give it to. Who you gonna steal it from. Who's your next victim. Oh who you gonna lie to. Who you gonna cheat on. Who you gonna leave alone. Oh what ya gonna tell her. After she discovers. You don't really love her. Oh gonna be a showdown. Knock down - drag out. Gunslinger shoot 'em up. (Chorus). I betcha think this song is about you (x4). Don't you (x4). (Chant). 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 sucker. I'll never be your lover. I'm gonna make you suffer. You stupid mutherfucker. (B-section). (Chorus). (Chant). (Bridge). Gotta chip upon your shoulder. I just knocked it off. Show me what you gonna do. I ain't 'bout to run. You have just run out of ammunition Shootin' blanks now. You son of a gun. (B-section). (Chorus)