Carly Simon feat. Janet Jackson, Missy Elliott & P. Diddy - Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) [P. Diddy Remix] Lyrics

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have the cake and eat it too

(Let's go)
This... is...
The... remix
(Now, that's that shit right here)
Bad Boy, baby
Janet, J.J.
(This goes out to all the clubs,
ya feel me?) The one and only and you fine, Miss

Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, sex pistol
Hollerin' at everythin that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy, one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's goin home with you tonight?

I, changed all the credit cards
And, switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chillling boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for
I, makes my dough in just one show, you know
Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know
When you sue me, you gonna be broke you know
Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy)
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I betcha gon' 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
You slump, bump, son of a gun
And a, how much your worth?
I think negative Don (This is the remix)

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Who's your next victim (the 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 you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Yeah, yeah) (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you
Don't you

They call me "Diddy"
(It wasn't me!) Whatchu talkin' 'bout lawyers for?
(It wasn't me!) Why you wanna change locks and doors?
(It wasn't me!) Well, maybe it was, sure
But you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys
We did this last week Ma, don't get ammnesia (Remember?)
All this back and forth gotta quit
By the way, this is the remix!

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 the lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)

You must have thought you had game, like nigga, what?
Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a fuck
But you don't really wanna beef and take it to the streets,
See I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, nah, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me you ain't know how to chill wit' me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin' me
But I'mma say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal, how you feel, is ya ill, is ya sick (Misdemeanor)
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, with appeal and it's real
Don't front, 'cause boy I'm the shit

I'm doing better with out you, playa
And I'm happy without you, playa
And this song is about you, playa
Muthafuckin' son of a gun (Janet)

Gotta 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 (nigga right here)
Shootin' blanks now (uh)
You son of a gun

Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Who's your next victim
Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone
Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you
Don't you

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too