Juicy J, Bank Mr 912, Project Pat - That’s What It Is lyrics

I'm in the trap with them bitches
Tryna get my money back
Dressed in all black,  yeah I like that
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
And I don't play no fuckin games
Got that heater for you lames
Everybody in my hood know
My motherfuckin name
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'm the realest dope nigga
In my hood I got the hitter
With a chopper trigger that'll go pop pop pop
Nigga try to get a couple mill

See the cops, they can't stop them niggas

All you hoes gon respect this shit
All you hoes gon respect this pimpin

I'm in the trap with them bitches
Tryna get my money back
Dressed in all black, yeah I like that
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
And I don't play no fuckin games
Got that heater for you lames
Everybody in my hood know
My motherfuckin name
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

But I'm like "fuck 'em dog"
And I'm all this money
Eyes only see them dollar signs
If it ain't green
You can call me color blind
I'm the shit, so where's my toilet paper?
Stop cause I'm getting paper
Dope boy homie, I represent that westside
Shout out to them niggas fuckin
With me from the eastside
These niggas don't wanna see me dog
Damb right I want it all
Gotta get the best of this

I'm in the trap with them bitches
Tryna get my money back
Dressed in all black, yeah I like that
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
And I don't play no fuckin games
Got that heater for you lames
Everybody in my hood know
My motherfuckin name
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

Patta! I'm getting the money
All the rest can go to hell
50's and them hundreds coming
Off them coca sales

Hoes wanna check me, homeboys wanna me

Put this pistol in your mouth
I ain't studder

I'm in the trap with them bitches
Tryna get my money back
Dressed in all black, yeah I like that
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
And I don't play no fuckin games
Got that heater for you lames
Everybody in my hood know
My motherfuckin name
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