Lyrics:

Rolls Royce shoppin', Like a damn puppet, Love my cash in Beverly Hills. Gold Car Lover, Hamptins watch my cover,* Hoochie went and jacked up my bills. Well I know I shouldn't say it, but truth be told, I really thought that pussy was gold. Chicks = Trouble, You had it up again with your gift.* Chicks = Trouble, I always step right in, I always step right in the shit. Oh yea, I have a jet, My balls are deep in debt, And all she hears is cha-cha-cha-ching But she was more, A gold-digging whore, Here come the lawyers again. Chicks = Trouble, You had it up again with your gift.* Chicks = Trouble, They'll kick you when your down in the ditch. Chicks = Trouble, I always step right in, I always step right in the shit. They never said I could catch this from a center fold, I got it bad and the doctor said I should've known, I should've known, I should've 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.