VA, haha, yeah
New York, uh-huh (uh-huh)
Atlanta, uh-huh (uh-huh)
DC, uh-huh (uh-huh)
LA, uh-huh (uh-huh)
New Jersey, uh-huh (uh-huh)
Philly, uh-huh (uh-huh)
Say what (say what)
Say what (say what)

You'll never know a good thing 'til I'm gone, oh
And you'll be spending many, many nights home alone (home alone)
You won't be seeing me around your way
No, no
And if you don't get it together
Baby, I can't stay

Don't be comin' in my face (no, no)
Tryna tell me you love me (no, no)
You should of thought once or twice (uh-huh)
Sacrifice to make it right (ooh)
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
So just wait and you'll see
Get no other love like me

You never know I'm for real until I leave, uh-huh (uh-huh)
And when I pack up my clothes, don't be calling me (calling me)
You won't be seeing me (seeing me)
Anymore
No, no
'Cause when I'm long, long gone
I won't be back in this door

Don't be comin' in my face (don't)
Tryna tell me you love me
You should of thought once or twice (ayy)
Sacrifice and make it right
It's the thing that you do (yeah)
Make me not love you (ooh)
So just wait, and you'll see (say what?)
Get no other love like me (uh-huh)

To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home cryin'
Over these niggas and over these fellas
Shake 'em off like Jello (uh-huh)
To the east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home cryin'
Over these niggas and over these fellas
Shake 'em off like Jello (uh-huh)

Don't be comin' in my face
Tryna tell me you love me
You should of thought once or twice
Sacrifice to make it right
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
So just wait and you'll see
Get no other love like me

I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper (uh-huh)
'Til you smoked that cheaper reefer
Now you loony as feta, cheddar
Don't say a word
Yep, I got the word
Yeah, I heard it from a little bird
Now I'm out the door
About four-four
You don't know?
Get your bags and your things take the door
Don't take this shit no more
When you leave
You can leave out the back door (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)

Motherfucka, haha
Stupid niggas, haha, yeah
Who always think they can play somebody
Y'all know who y'all are, haha
Tryna run 'bout three and four, five women at one time
Then you wanna come back all in our faces, and and
Telling me how much you love me and all that bullshit, haha
Yeah, whatever man, haha
Fuck you
Alright, I'm out

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley