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Picking up the bags I was five hundred short Nigga stole from me Where that nigga live? Where his mama at? Nig' got kids? Run up on the block, pah Don't nobody live 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 I ain't cool with you niggas I was true to you niggas You ain't tryna 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 SongtexteBuying out corporate companies Nonprofit, cleaning money, kids to school, learning something Signing deals, but niggas eating Put on Memphis team Puttin' trust in you niggas I call my brother Call a nigga 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? 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 Christ 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 I ain't cool with you bitches I was true to you bitches You ain't tryna get richer You still fuck around with broke niggas 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 fucked, 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 niggas, touchin on 'em TMZ, got the cover Drunk as fuck, you call my momma, talkin' shit Now she got to cut ya [?] cut the bitch off I cancel the cards, cancel the whip Go live with yo momma, return the diamonds I'm savin for a better bitch, stop all that crying You will never find a better dick Pull off that ring of that pretty finger But you was busy, tryna fuck another nigga Before I was at your crib, I bought that shit You can have it back, I'm in a Barcelona villa Tryna take a nap Picking up the bags I was five hundred short Nigga stole from me Where that nigga live? Where his mama at? Nig' got kids? Run up on the block Don't nobody live 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 Aus Songtexte Mania