Rolls Royce shoppin`, Vicaden poppin`
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills
Gold card lover, accountants run for cover
Gucci 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 add it up and you get what you get
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in, I always step right in the s**t
Oh yeah, baby

Oh yeah, I have a jet, my balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is cha-cha-chaching
But she wants more, a gold diggin` whore
Here come the lawyers again

Chicks = trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
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 s**t

They never said I could catch this from a centerfold
I got it bad and the doctor said I should`ve known
I should`ve known, I should`ve known, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chicks = trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
Chicks = trouble
They`ll kick you when your down in the ditch
Chicks = trouble
You add it up and you get what you get

Chicks = trouble
Oh, you add it up, you get what you get
Oh, she gets it half
Oh no, no