Pack Ya Bags

Sarai

Yeah

Okay

Uh



You see a woman got to do what a woman got to do

If your man keep on trippin' then you need to cut him

loose

Ain't nothin' he could do for you that he can't do

What I'm supposed to go, “Ooh”, 'cause he rollin' on

22s

No, I'm ain't one of those after-show h**s

And if you don't know I gots my own dough

I only need you for companionship

Well, you could keep your chips, ain't no sponsorship

I just need you to keep your lips between my hips

That girl Sarai is a silly chick

But on the really tip, I got benefits

This independent chick and anything I want I gets

Don't even try me with those player scripts, I know

the game

Actin' like you big money, but really small change

Boy, please stay up out of my face

You see it's men like you that make us ladies say



Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)



Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)

Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)

Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)

Get out (Just pack ya bags)



That's right, you got to beat it, boy

All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I ain't hearin' it, boy

I get ya, get ya what you're askin' for

Now don't be blowin' up my celly 'cause your own

ignore

Ain't no more walkin' through my door

Now come and get your, get your s*** off my porch

And I know you hear the hurt in my voice

But I had no choice, you made me do it by force

But you know your girl gon' be a'ight

I'mma keep on movin', keep my head up high

Probably chilly-chilly-chill till the time is right

That I feely-feely-feel I need a man in my life

But for now I'mma keep it tight

Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise

I'm on the women's pride, feel me right

So it'