Hit The Road Jack Lyrics

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more

Hit the road, Jack, and head back to your bitch

I ain't the type of bitch to lay up like to get to the chips

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more

Treat my main nigga like Tasha, cause I'm always one ghost

Treat my side nigga like Angie, cause I love his ass the most

He think that I'm a saint, this nigga dumber than Patrick

Bad bitch with good pussy, so that shit come automatic

He tryna wife me up, I ain't gon' lie, that shit is Whitney

Drive that nigga crazy, make him think his ass was Britney

He said I'm fine as hell, so he want a baby with me

But I don't kiss and tell, can't have no proof that you be with me

Hit the road, Jack, and head back to your bitch

I ain't the type of bitch to lay up like to get to the chips

But if the nigga tryna eat me, then it's pussy on lips

And if he tryna fly me out, then I'm going on trips

Hood bitch with good pussy, so I do what I want

A bitch can buy what he can, so I say what I want

All these niggas free bands, they supply what I want

And I'm probably fucking your mans, but I say that I don't

Call me pretty, lil' secret, cause you cannot tell nobody

Nah, I ain't Aaliyah, but I ain't just anybody

I prefer gangsters, I can't fuck just anybody

And it really turn me on if I know you caught a body

I know that this your nigga, but you bitches not my friend

I know that this your nigga, but you bitches not my friend

And if you keep a lame ass nigga, bitch, it's really not a win

You need to chill about the nigga, bitch, my patience running thin

Cause y'all be piped up and I be giving beatdowns

And it be up on the net, see me out and calm down

I been fucking up a check, I been cool on the clowns

But still beat a bitch face like my name was Chris Brown

Try to play big P man this nigga must be RiRi

Now I'm finna fall back, only call him up to eat me

Female John Cena, cause you bitches cannot see me, bitches

Bitch it's Female John Cena, cause you bitches cannot see me

Hit the road, jack and head back to your bitch

I ain't the type of bitch to lay up like to get to the chips

But if the nigga tryna eat me, then it's pussy on lips

And if he tryna fly me out, then I'm going on trips

Money, nigga

I ain't the type of bitch to lay up like to get to the chips

I ain't the type of bitch to lay up like to get to the chips

It's money