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(Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy, Greedy, Greedy Try to have your cake and eat it too (Carly) Missy.....remix (Missy) Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker (I) changed all the credit cards (and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe) You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm) Look around cuz I'm chillling, boy (hehehe) Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I makes my dough in just one show, you know Your lawyers should have let you know (you know) When you sue me, you gonna be broke (you know) Ain't no way that you could bring me down (easy) Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha you don' need me You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to BE me What made you think I'd keep you around While I work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?) You slump, bump, son of a gun And uh, how much you worth? I think negative, done (Janet) Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo - a sex pistol Hollerin' at everythin' that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind You got a sleazy one-track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's goin' home with you tonight *Hook (Janet with Missy in parenthesis) Oh (oh), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (that's right, like) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (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 (yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you Don't you Don't you Don't you (Missy) Reeeeemix I'm doing better without you and I'm happy without you (Janet) 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 Never be your sucker I'll never be your lover Id rather make you suffer You stupid motherfucker (Janet with Missy in parenthesis) Oh (oh), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (that's right, like) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy) Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (Missy) You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walkin' round like you down, you don't give a fuck Cause you don't really want Beef, I'll take it to the streets See, I'm a lover not a fighter, but I'll crack ya teeth Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta chill with me You wanna beez in the streets with the freaks neaks But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me But I ma say it real real, keep it real What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I da shit (Carly/Missy) I'm doing better without you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa) (Missy) And this song is about you (playa), motherfuckin' son of a gun (Janet) Got a chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off (oh) Show me what you gonna do (uh) I ain't bout to run (uh) You have just run out of ammunition (this nigga right here) Shootin' blanks now (uh) You son of a gun (Carly) Missy, Janet, Carly Repeat *Hook (Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have your cake and eat it too I'm gone

 

Vertaling

(Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Ik dacht dat je het geld ook zou krijgen. Hebberig, hebberig, hebberig Probeer je cake te hebben en er ook van te eten (Carly) Missy.....remix (Missy) Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker (Ik) heb alle credit cards veranderd (and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe) You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm) Kijk om je heen want ik ben aan het chillen, jongen. Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I make my dough in just one show, you know Je advocaten hadden het je moeten laten weten. Als je me aanklaagt, ben je blut. Er is geen manier dat je me neer kan halen. Elke meid die je vasthoudt is echt slonzig Voordat ik je nodig heb, wed ik dat je me niet nodig hebt Je wilde me toch niet, je wilde me ZIJN Waarom dacht je dat ik je in de buurt zou houden Terwijl ik me uit de naad werk en jij alleen maar luiert (huh?) Jij slump, bump, zoon van een pistool En uh, hoeveel ben je waard? Ik denk negatief, klaar (Janet) Sharp shooter in breakin 'harten Baby gigolo - a sex pistol Hollerin' at everythin' that walks No substance, just small talk Ik weet waarom je op de billen van dat meisje zit Je hebt een sleazy one-track mind Werken aan je werk tot je denkt dat je vindt Wie gaat er vanavond met je mee naar huis? *Hook (Janet met Missy tussen haakjes) Oh (oh), aan wie geef je het Van wie ga je het stelen Who's your next victim (dat klopt, zoals) Oh (oh), tegen wie ga je liegen Wie je gaat bedriegen Wie ga je alleen laten (dat is waar ik het over heb) Oh (oh), wat ga je haar vertellen Nadat ze ontdekt dat je niet echt van haar houdt Oh (oh), dat wordt een krachtmeting Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (Janet & Carly) Ik wed dat je denkt dat dit liedje over jou gaat Ik wed dat je denkt dat dit liedje over jou gaat I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Niet doen Niet doen Niet doen Don't you (Missy) Reeeeemix Ik doe het beter zonder jou en ik ben gelukkig zonder jou (Janet) Sweatin' me but I'm not your type You think you irk me and you're so right Ik hou liever het vuilnis en gooi jou eruit Stomme trut in mijn strandhuis Nee, ik ga me niet voor gek zetten En het hoofdverhaal zijn op het nigga nieuws Ik zal nooit je sukkel zijn Ik zal nooit je minnaar zijn Ik laat je liever lijden You stupid motherfucker (Janet met Missy tussen haakjes) Oh (oh), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Wie is je volgende slachtoffer (dat klopt, zoals) Oh (oh), tegen wie ga je liegen Wie je gaat bedriegen Wie ga je alleen laten (dat is waar ik het over heb) Oh (oh), wat ga je haar vertellen Nadat ze ontdekt dat je niet echt van haar houdt Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy) Knock down - drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up) (Missy) You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walkin' round like you down, you don't give a fuck Cause you don't really want Beef, I'll take it to the streets Zie je, ik ben een minnaar, geen vechter, maar ik zal je tanden kraken Jongen, pleidooi nah... val me niet lastig Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta chill with me You wanna be in the streets with the freaks neaks Maar nu zit je op je knieën en jogt me nog steeds op. But I ma say it real real, keep it real What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I da shit (Carly/Missy) I'm doing better without you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa) (Missy) En dit lied gaat over jou (playa), motherfuckin' son of a gun (Janet) Got a chip on your shoulder I just knocked it off (oh) Show me what you gonna do (uh) I ain't bout to run (uh) You have just run out of munition (this nigga right here) Shootin 'blanks now (uh) You son of a gun (Carly) Missy, Janet, Carly Repeat *Hook (Janet) Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Hebberige klootzakken Try to have your cake and eat it too Ik ben weg.