Juicy J - Paid For [Bitch I Own You]

[Hook]

I gotta diamond in the back like them old school niggas

Still living off all my old school figgas

In that candy paint dripping off that Chevy 6-5

Niggas call it pimping, why

Cause that bitch paid for, paid for, paid for

Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you

Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you

Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Hold up fool, roll up boo

Spitta high enough to see over what them lil boys is up to

Pull my car to the Starbucks

Scoop that hot chocolate up

Not the one in a cup

The one with the nice legs and the Pam Grier strut

You'd swear I had her cryogenically froze

Naturally fine body like dancers from Solid Gold

And I don't need a thermometer to tell me that I'm cold

Strain Andromeda, Kush, King cold cell

Got the 84 with the broken speedometer

On a previous cut you may have heard me rhyming of

Now if you would be kind enough to louden that loudness up

Fish bowl Chevy clouding up

Can't see my interior

But I know is someone in here

Gas station light bright

Get my car a check before we're out for the night

Flawless on my car shit, clear coat fresh

Right from under the faucets

Jets... Yes

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[Verse 2: Juicy J]

I'm riding throwback, Bobby Womack

I'm feeling this moment is a Kodak

I been had millions, You should know that

I been had killers, Keyser Söze

Candy painted, The neighbors gon' hear me wanging

The color of it's purple and that's what I'm gon' be drinking

They call me Juicy J, a nigga with many hoes

I run right through em, you niggas be paying tolls

Yo bitch gone wild, more miles on that pussy than my car do

Let my homies ride her like a carpool

I be so high with these chicks I don't argue

I hit 'em with that dick, stick it deep like a harpoon

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