Own Drugz (feat. Juicy J & Cap 1)

I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs I walk in the party with my own drugs Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I ain't gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' While you stressin' me, God keeps on blessing me I know how to make money, this the recipe Your pussy get rest to peace, especially murder scene Hit her from the back, she like, "Hercules! Hercules!" (tell 'em) Started from a pot, then I took over the spot Then I took over the block, then I took over hip-hop Then I started geekin', then I started tweekin' Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin' Finished Monday, started on the weekend Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar You can smell it when I'm passing your car Its the last of the raw, all you need is a straw And when I ain't feelin good, all I need is a mall, showin' off, uh Your pockets on doughnuts (yeah) Got my posse out in broad day Been up all night, its been a long day Im trying to get higher, fucking up my fung shui I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs I walk in the party with my own drugs Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I ain't gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' Styrofoam cups got flying spirt Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt With some rolling papers, full of purp Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite Ya'll broke niggas ain't in my league I swear this game been good to me Im a veteran in this game, why would I leave? Real niggas, thats all I see, Pimp C, R.I.P I'm up all night, like "Fuck some sleep" Push start button, like "Fuck the key" Your boy's too broke, can't fuck with me My hoes too fine, can't fuck for free Ya'll niggas out here savin' hoes I'mma start calling you niggas "Justice League" I'm on codeine, I'ma dope fiend Got Molly world for that party girl Ecstasy, she want the best of me Turn her out, she a naughty girl Your bitch choose my girl, like I ain't gotta speak my wife, get her Lickin' on me like an Optimo Get a boy a Sprite and now pour a pitcher 450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money Magic City, cuttin' up, bitch shakin' their ass for me Fuck the bitch in my back seat If she hit the window, she a crash dummy I'mma dope boy to get fast money And every stand I'm for me, I'm gone I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs I ain't gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs I walk in the party with my own drugs Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', I ain't even stressin' I ain't gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl I ain't gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin' I really ain't stressin', ain't even stressin'