Chords for Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (feat. Missy Elliott) (Official Video) [HD]

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_ _ _ _ _ Ha ha hoo hoo, don't you get the money too?
Greeting, greeting, greeting, try to hide that cake and eat it too
[C#m] Ha ha!
[B] Yo, [N] check this out you greedy mother
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 chillin' boy
What you goin' get your lawyers for?
I makes my dough in just one show, you know
Your lawyers shoulda let you know, you know
When you sue me, they gon' be broke, you know
Ain't no way that you can bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you don't need me
You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me
What made you think I'd keep you round
While I work my ass off and you just lounge, huh?
You slump bump son of a gun
And uh, how much you worth?
I think negative, done
Shops here you had to break at heart
Babies make love, check the pistol
Holler at everything that fucks
New substance, just small talk
Why you hangin' on to this baby's side?
You got his name, you're on track
Motherfucker, you can be a kill sign
Who's goin' home?
Oh, [Am] oh, you gonna [F#m] give it up?
You gonna steal from [N] him?
That's my life
Oh, oh, you gonna lie to him?
You gonna give him all the shit he put a fuck about
Oh, [Am] oh, you gonna sell him up?
Did you deserve him?
Cause you the real lover
Oh, oh, it's gonna be so damn loud
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him
I'll bet you think this song is about you
I'll bet you think this song is about you
I'll bet you think this song is about you
_ I'll bet you think this song is about you
[Em] Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
I'm [N] doin' better without you
And I'm happy without you
Reckless types, but I'm not your type
You can guess with me, I'm so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid, in my future
You're my cocoon, I'm the fool
And believe me, story
I'm the most, I'm the self I'm easy You're stupid
You _ [A] don't give a duh, you don't move [N] from
The best ride like
You got a lot of crew, you don't see none
You can't talk them out
You can't sell my,
You deserve much, you don't really love her
_ Gonna beat your damn life
You deserve much, you don't really love her
You must have thought you had game like
What, walking around like you down, you don't give a
But you don't really want me for taking to the street
See I'm a lover, not a fighter
But I crack your teeth, boy please, please
Nah, don't bother me, cause when you had me
You ain't know how to chill with me
You were the bees in the street with the Frigney
But now you all up on them knees still jocking me
But I'ma say it real, real, keep it real
What the deal, how you feel, is you ill, is you sick
Cause I'm the kid still here with the pill
And it's real, don't front cause boy I'm the
I'm doing better without you
And I'm happy without you
And this song is about you
Player, mother, son of a [F] gun
You got a chip [Am] of orange [F] shade
That I just knocked it off
Tell me what [Am] you're gonna [F] do
I ain't bout to run
[C] You have just [B] run out [A] of [F] ammunition
_ [C] Shooting [B] blanks now
You son [Em] of a gun
You ain't got a gun
[Am] _ _ _ _
oooh oooh oooh _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] you're so _ _ _ mean
your probably think this song is about you don't you don't you _
[Am] I bet you think this song is about you _
I bet you think this song is about [Em] you
Hey girl that you think this song is about you
It's about you
[Am] I'll bet you think this song is [G] about [Am] you _
I'll bet you think this song is about you
[Em] Don't you?
Don't you?
Don't [C] you?
Ha ha hoo hoo
How'd you get the money to
Greeting, greeting, greeting
Try to hide that cake you need to chew I'm
_ [N] _