Juicy J - Paid For (b**h I Own You) lyrics

[Hook] I gotta diamond in the back like them old school n***as Still living off all my old school figgas In that candy paint dripping off that Chevy 6-5 n***as call it pimping, why Cause that b**h paid for, paid for, paid for b**h I own you, b**h I, b**h I own you b**h I own you, b**h I, b**h I own you b**h I own you, b**h I, b**h 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 sh**, clear coat fresh Right from under the faucets Jets... Yes [Hook] [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 k**ers, 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 n***a with many hoes I run right through em, you n***as be paying tolls Yo b**h gone wild, more miles on that p**y 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 [Hook]