Janet Jackson

(Chant)
Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought youd get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Try to have your cake
And eat it too
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby gigolo - a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin on that girls behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Workin your work until you think you find
Whos goin home with you tonight
(B-section)
Oh, who give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Whos your next victim
Oh, who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone
Oh, what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You dont really love her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot em up
(Chorus)
I betcha think this song is about you (x4)
Dont you (x4)
(Chant)
Sweatin me but Im not your type
You think you irk me and youre so right
Id rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I aint gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
Ill never be your lover
Im gonna make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker
(B-section)
(Chorus)
(Chant)
(Bridge)
Gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you gonna do
I aint bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition Shootin blanks now
You son of a gun
(B-section)
(Chorus)
[ Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) Lyrics ]