janet jackson
son of a gun (i betcha think this song is about you) (remix) (feat. carly simon, missy elliott)
Thought you'd get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake and eat it, too.  [Janet] Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you're feelin On that girls behind, You got a sleazy, one track mind Workin your work until you find Who's goin home with you tonight.  [Janet & Carly 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.  [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 fool, And be the lead story, on the f**** news Not me, sucker, I'd never be your lover, I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****  [Janet] Got a chip upon your shoulder, 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 blanks now, you son of a gun.  [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, 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