[Verse 1: Stella, All]
I got a confession
I don't think I want you anymore
There's no room for questions
I saw her panties on the bathroom floor (Floor)
[Pre-Chorus: Stella]
Been putting up with this for far too long
You ain't gonna change, boy
What's the point in stringing me along?
We're done for real
[Chorus: All]
So I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
Never liked your mama, so I guess she's blocked
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not
[Verse 2: Jorja, Stella, All]
Stressin' (Stressin')
Do you hear a stutter in my words?
I see it as a blessing (See it as a blessing)
Come take your shit 'cause you can go stay at hers, I
[Pre-Chorus: Jorja, Jorja & Stella]
Hope that she was worth my wasted time
But could she do it like I do?
You need someone to put you back in line
So you gon' see what I'll do
[Chorus: All, Stella, Renée, Jorja]
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (Boy, you may be crying, but I'm not)
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box (I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box)
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Changing all the locks now)
Never liked your mama, so I guess she's blocked (Oh, woah)
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (Boy, I'm not)
[Bridge: All, Jorja, Renée, Stella]
Ah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me
Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach
Oh (Oh-oh), oh (Oh-oh), oh (Ooh)
Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Rolly
Might just drop a text to your homies
[Chorus: All, Renée, Stella, Jorja]
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box (Oh, ah, ah)
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Changing the locks, yeah)
When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (No, no)
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box (Oh)
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Locks)
Never liked your mama, so I guess she's blocked (She's blocked)
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (Ah)
[Outro: Renée, All]
So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me
Mi-mi-mi-might just drop a text to your homie
You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not
