Lyrics DATZ WHAT IT IZ - Juicy J

Picking up the bags
I was five hundred short
Nigga stole from me
Where dat nigga live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block
Don't nobody live

Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz

I ain't cool with you niggas
I was true to you niggas
You ain't tryin to get richer
You spend way too much on these bitches
I ain't got time for you niggas
You done crossed a line with me nigga
Not one time, two times, four times with me nigga!
When I'm working hard, good nigga
Buying out corporate companies
Nonprofit, cleaning money, kids to school, learning something
Signing deals, but niggas eating
Put on Memphis [?]
Puttin trust in you niggas
I call my brother
Call a nigga like I got a drop on em, I ain't stoppin
How you want em?
Dead or alive, how tied?
Burnin lives, still breathin
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
I guess I do joints for a sunday
I'm in the skybox
Watching the christ

Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz

I ain't cool with you bitches
I was true to you bitches
You ain't tryin to get richer
You still fuck around with broke niggas
I ain't got time for you women
You done crossed a line with me, Thoty
Not ten bands, twenty bands, sixty bands on that pussy
Since we fucked, you learned a bit, want some money
Black mail, hacked the company, want the life
Private jet, buy in France, instagram, [?]
Hostin the parties, thirsty niggas, touchin on em
TMZ, got the cover
Drunk as fuck, you call ya mom, talkin shit
Now she got to cut ya
I cancel the [?] cancel the whip
Go live with yo momma
I'm savin for a better bitch, stop [?]
You will never find a better dick
Pull off that ring of that pretty finger
But you was busy, trynna fuck another nigga
You can have it back, I'm in a Barcelona villa, tryna have a nap

Picking up the bags
I was five hundred short
Nigga stole from me
Where dat nigga live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block
Don't nobody live

Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz, datz what it iz
Datz what it iz