Rolls Royce shoppin'nVicodin poppin'nBurn my cash in Beverly HillsnnGold card lovernAccountants run for covernGucci went and jacked up my billsnnI shouldn't say thisnBut truth be toldnI really thought that pussy was goldnnChicks equal troublenYou add it up and you get what you getnChicks equal troublenI always step right in the shitnnYeah I have a jetnbut my balls are deep in debtnAnd all she hears is ch-ch-ch-chingnnBut she wants morenA gold-diggin' whorenHere come the lawyers again, again, againnnChicks equal troublenYou add it up and you get what you getnChicks equal troublenThey'll kick you when you're down in the ditchnChicks equal troublenI always step right in the shitnnHef never said I could catch this from a centerfoldnBut I got it bad and the doctor said I shoulda knownnI shoulda knownnI shoulda known