Juicy J - DATZ WHAT IT IZ lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] Picking up the bags I was five hundred short ni**a stole from me Where that ni**a live? Where his mama at? Nig' got kids? Run up on the block, pah Don't nobody live [Chorus] That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is [Verse 1] I ain't cool with you ni**as I was true to you ni**as You ain't tryna get richer You spend way too much on these b*tches I ain't got time for you ni**as You done crossed a line with me, ni**a Not one time, two times, four times with me, ni**a When I'm working hard, good, ni**a Buying out corporate companies Nonprofit, cleaning money, kids to school, learning something Signing deals, but ni**as eating Put on Memphis team Puttin' trust in you ni**as I call my brother Call a ni**a like I got thе drop on 'em, I ain't stoppin' How you want 'em? Dead or alivе, hog-tied Burnin' lives, still breathin' Dead inside Do you want him to survive? fu*k this guy Drown his ass in the Mississippi Remind me to send flowers to his wifey And get some new Jordans for his son Kenny I'm in the skybox Watching the Christ [Chorus] That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is [Verse 2] I ain't cool with you b*tches I was true to you b*tches You ain't tryna get richer You still fu*k around with broke ni**as I ain't got time for you women You done crossed a line with me, thotty Not ten bands, twenty bands, sixty bands on that pussy Since we fu*ked, you learned a bit, just want some money Black mail, hacked the company, want the life Private jet, buy in France, Instagram if you come Hostin the parties, thirsty ni**as, touchin on 'em TMZ, got the cover Drunk as fu*k, you call my momma, talkin' sh*t Now she got to cut ya [?] cut the b*tch off I cancel the cards, cancel the whip Go live with yo momma, return the diamonds I'm savin for a better b*tch, stop all that crying You will never find a better dick Pull off that ring of that pretty finger But you was busy, tryna fu*k another ni**a Before I was at your crib, I bought that sh*t You can have it back, I'm in a Barcelona villa Tryna take a nap [Pre-Chorus] Picking up the bags I was five hundred short ni**a stole from me Where that ni**a live? Where his mama at? Nig' got kids? Run up on the block Don't nobody live [Chorus] That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is, that's what it is That's what it is