Bitches N MarijuanaChris Brown & Tyga

[Intro: Tyga]
Let me see
Ha!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got bitches and marijuana

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ha! T-ballin', globetrotter (Woo)
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter (Ha)
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire (Ha)
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah (Woo), walk with me (Yeah), yeah, talk to me (Yeah)
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie (Ha!)
Motherfuckin' goonies (Yeah), Cartier rubies (Ha)
Coupe, no top, yeah, I took off the Kufi (Phew)
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'USSÉ, I'm doosin'
I might just be right with my bitch in jacuzzi
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga (Woo)
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga (Yeah)
I'ma light it up, pass it to the right, nigga (Woo)
All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Tyga]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em (Ha, woo), yeah
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem (You a problem)
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em (Yeah)
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em (Oh-ooh)
Got bitches and marijuana (Look, haha)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah, we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack (Yack)
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sendin' naked pics 'cause my phone tapped
Black mask, duffel bag and a hunid racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at
Me, nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me, nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo' parked in the trap, that's me, nigga
I own it while you livin' on a lease, nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash, nigga
I smoke it by the pound, what you talkin' 'bout?
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out (Oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & ScHoolboy Q]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana (Yeah)
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana (I got 'em)
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free (Hol' up)
I got 'em, I got 'em (I got 'em, uh, yeah)
Got bitches and marijuana (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys (Uh)
Overseas collectin' panties, poppin' Xanies (Ha, yeah, yeah)
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram
Hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky, do the blingy (Uh)
I spendin' hunnids, all the fifties (Uh)
Word around the city I'm that niggy but this month I made a milli (Uh)
Another month, another milli, man, that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch, you lookin' silly
Uh, why you broke? Go get a check
Uh, and when you fly, who need a jet?
She wanna move out to the West, uh
She want them diamonds on her neck (Yeah)
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star, huh?
And get the keys to the car, huh
And wanna lick on every scar, huh
My money good, shit, we buyin' off the bar right now
Right now
Uh, who got the weed right now, right now?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free
I got 'em, I got 'em
Got bitches and marijuana