Chicks = Trouble Lyrics

Rolls Royce shoppin', Vicaden poppin'
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills
Gold card lover, accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my billsWell, I know I shouldn't say it
But truth be told I really thought that pussy was goldChicks = trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in, I always step right in the shit
Oh yeah, babyOh 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 againChicks = 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 shitThey 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, yeahChicks = 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 getChicks = trouble
Oh, you add it up, you get what you get
Oh, she gets it half
Oh no, no