Chicks = Trouble Lyrics

Rolls Royce shoppin'
Vicodin poppin'
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills

Gold card lover
Accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my bills

I shouldn't say this
But truth be told
I really thought that pussy was gold

Chicks equal trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
Chicks equal trouble
I always step right in the shit

Yeah I have a jet
but my balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is ch-ch-ch-ching

But she wants more
A gold-diggin' whore
Here come the lawyers again, again, again

Chicks equal trouble
You add it up and you get what you get
Chicks equal trouble
They'll kick you when you're down in the ditch
Chicks equal trouble
I always step right in the shit

Hef never said I could catch this from a centerfold
But I got it bad and the doctor said I shoulda known
I shoulda known
I shoulda known