You Got to Leave (The Clapback Track)

Get a step, oh, go on, get the hell on

And as soon as you leave, I'm gon' text Tyrone

If he don't ask me and he don't call me back

Johnny gon' be right on the spot to drop me off some cash

I can always call abort, live down the street from Mama

And me and him can catch a flight on down to the Bahamas

Ain't got to leave

See, you forgot this is my house

You're the one that's got to go, I'm puttin' your bags out

And see, you braggin' about how you keep your thrill

Well, I kept me a few around in case of emergencies

I kept one that treat me right, one that's really rich

And I always kept me a lover on the side that knows how to scratch my itch

You got to go

See, you forgot this is my house

You're the one that's got to leave, I'm puttin' your bags out

See, you been braggin' about you got your thrill

Well, I kept me a few around in case of emergencies

Get them trash bags, get them bags up off the floor

Remember you just a monkey, I'm the woman that's running the show

Hurry up, oh no, don't you take too long

Don't you waste my time, you should've been long gone

Hand me my keys, oh now, boy, you got to step

You better hire somebody 'cause it seems you keep forgettin'

Ain't got to leave now, you forget this is my house

You're the one that's got to go, I'm puttin' your bags out

See, you been braggin' about how you keep your thrill

Well, I kept me a few around in case of emergency

I kept one that treat me right, got one that's really rich

And I always kept me a lover on the side that knows how to scratch my itch

You got to leave, babe

Oh, you forgot this in my house

You the one that's got to go 'cause I'm puttin' your bags out

See, you've been braggin', oh, how you always kept your thrill

Well, I kept me a few around in case of emergency, yeah

Ladies, King George got these men really gassed up talking about if you want to leave

Well, I'm trying to figure out how y'all gonna let somebody put y'all out y'all's house

'Cause I know I ain't finna leave my house

His name ain't on the lease, name ain't on-

Hell, he ain't even got a light bill in his name

Gotta go on and be glad I let him have them four trash bags to put his stuff in

Got to leave, baby

See, you forgot this is my house

You the one that's got to go 'cause I'm puttin' your bags out

You braggin', oh no, you say you got your thrill

Well, I kept me a few around in case of emergency

I kept one, one that is rich, I kept that treat me right

I kept one to scratch my itch, so you go on, go

Go on, hand in my keys

I'm lettin' you have four trash bags

Now don't wait too long, now go and get off the porch

I'll forward your mail over to your mama's house