[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah, oh
No, no

[Verse]
Boy, you better sort it out
Boy, you finna sort it out
Like right now, 'cause I don’t wanna hear her
Get your life straight first
Don't put that bitch before me
Don't make it seem like you should put another bitch before me
’Cause I already don't fuck wit' drama
Ain't fuckin' wit' her or that baby mama drama
You the type to cry like a bitch towards your mama
And you'll tell her how you love another
Or you fucked another (No, no)
Or you touched another (No, oh, no)
Callin' me bitches, hoes, and mo’ bitches
Ooh, didn’t she tell ya not to disrespect, boy?
You don't treat women likе toys, boy
But you’ll get yours, boy
Don't know shit for real, nothin' but a boy
Get it straight, uh

[Chorus]
Bеtter sort it out, out, out, out, out
Ain't gon’ hold you down, down, down, down, down (Oh, oh)
Figure your shit out, out
If you still want me around, uh