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 shit   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 shit      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