Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston III p/k/a Juicy J
Songwriter
Gilbere Forté
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Producer
Songtexte
[Verse 1]
Picking up the bags
I was five hundred short
**** stole from me
Where that **** live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block, wop
Don't nobody live
[Verse 2]
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is
[Verse 3]
I ain't cool with you ****
I was true to you ****
You ain't tryin to get richer
You spend way too much on these bitches
I ain't got time for you ****
You done crossed a line with me, ****
Not one time, two times, four times with me, ****
[Verse 4]
When I'm working hard, hood ****
Buying out corporate companies
Nonprofit, cleaning money
Kids to school, learning subjects
Signing deals, my **** eating
Putting on Memphis, Tenne'
Putting trust in **** I call my brother
[Verse 5]
Up and call a **** like I got a drop on 'em, I ain't stopping 'em
How you want 'em? Dead or alive, hog-tied?
Burned alive, still breathing, dead inside?
Do you want him to survive? Fuck 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 Grizzlies
[Verse 6]
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is
[Verse 7]
I ain't cool with you bitches
I was true to you bitches
You ain't trying to get richer
You still fuck around with broke ****
I ain't got time for you, woman
You done crossed a line with me, thotty
Not ten bands, twenty bands, sixty bands on that pussy
[Verse 8]
Since we fucked, you learned the business, want some money
Blackmail, half the company
Want the life, private jet, fine friends
Instagram keeps you company
Hosting parties, thirsty ****, touching on you
TMZ got the coverage
Drunk as fuck, you called my mama, talking shit
Now she got to cut you
[Verse 9]
Partner called me like, cut that bitch off
I canceled the cost, canceled the whip
Go live with yo momma, return the diamonds
I'll save 'em for a better bitch, stop all that cryin'
You will never find a better dick
Would've put a ring on that pretty finger
But you was busy, tryna fuck another ****
They foreclosed your crib, I bought that shit
You can't have that back, I'm in a Barcelona villa tryna take a nap
[Verse 10]
Picking up the bags
I was five hundred short
**** stole from me
Where that **** live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block, wop
Don't nobody live
[Verse 11]
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is (That what it is)
That what it is
Written by: Gilbere Forté, Jordan Houston III p/k/a Juicy J

