Own Drugs O.D. - Mike WiLL Made It, Juicy J, 2 Chainz

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, baby, 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

It’s 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

I’m trying to get higher, fucking up my feng 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

I’m 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’ma 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’ma 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'