Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] From the top Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life [Chorus: Billy Wes & Juicy J] I got a diamond in the back like them old school niggas Still living off all my old school figgas In that candy paint dripping off that Chevy 6-5 Niggas call it pimping, why Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, 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 Still 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 it's someone in here, gas station light bright Give my car a check before we out for the night Flawless on my car shit, clear coat fresh Right from under the faucets, Jets Yes [Chorus: Billy Wes & Juicy J] I got a 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 my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'm riding throwback, Bobby Womack (Mm-hmm) I'm feeling this moment is a Kodak (Mm-hmm) I been had millions, You should know that (Mm-hmm) I been had killers, Keyser Söze (Mm-hmm) 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 [Chorus: Billy Wes & Juicy J] I got a 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 my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you) Cause my bitch paid for, paid for, paid for (Bitch I own you, bitch I, bitch I own you)