Chicks = Trouble

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-cha-ching

But she wants more

A gold-digging 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 center fold

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