Bitches N Marijuana
[Hook: Chris Brown]You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'emPeel any girl that I wannaGot bitches n marijuanaI can tell by the way you move that you a problemPeel any girl that I wannaGot bitches n marijuanaI got 'em, I got 'emOoh, she bad, she don't do it for freeI got em, I got emGot bitches n marijuana
[Verse 1: Tyga]T-ballin', globetrotterGot a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighterThink you on fire? You gon' need more fireI tell her that's all you get like Street FighterNah, walk with me, talk to meThat body cold, chess game like a pawn to meShe wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with meI got that long clip, fall asleep to the movieMotherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubiesCoupe, no top, yeah I took off the KufiI'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosingI might just be right with my bitch in JacuzziRight, nigga, gettin' right, niggaI'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, niggaI'mma light it up, pass it to the right niggaAll bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Hook]You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'emPeel any girl that I wannaGot bitches n marijuanaI can tell by the way you move that you a problemPeel any girl that I wannaGot bitches n marijuanaI got 'em, I got 'emOoh, she bad, she don't do it for freeI got em, I got emGot bitches n marijuana
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]Pull up, got the fat sackWith some clean motherfuckers, no hood ratsYeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot itShe want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!Loud pack, give me all of thatDon't be sending naked pics cause my phone tappedBlack mask, duffel bag and a hundred racksI don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me niggaIt's right hereGot girls and they all on my lap, they with me niggaHell yeahYou see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me niggaI own it while you living on a lease niggaI'm known to keep my bitches on a leash niggaI smoke it by the pound what you talking 'boutI dick your bitch down then I walk it out
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[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]Grimy nigga way too groovy for the GrammysOverseas collecting panties, poppin' XaniesYoung nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damnHit the curb with the Benz, swerveRollie do no ticky do the blingyI spending hundreds, all the fiftiesWord around the city I'm that nigg-yBut this month I made a milliAnother month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' sillyMan, bitch you looking sillyWhy you broke, go get a checkAnd when you fly, who need a jetShe wanna move out to the westShe want them diamonds on her neckAnd palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a starAnd get the keys to the car huhAnd wanna lick on every scar huhMy money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right nowWho got the weed right now, right now
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