Son of a Gun (Route 80 Mix) Janet Jackson (Ft. Missy Elliott)

[Intro: Janet Jackson and Carly Simon and Missy Elliott]
Ha-ha, hoo-hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfucker
Try to have your cake and eat it too
Missy, remix
Yo, check this out, you greedy motherfucker
I changed all the credit cards
And switched the lock to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chilling, boy
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't 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

[Verse 1: Janet Jackson]
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