Songs Lyrics: Janet Jackson

Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) (Remix)

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have the cake and eat it too

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