Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Bitches N Marijuana lyrics

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& Tyga feat. ScHoolboy Q

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I got 'em, I got 'em

Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free

I got em, I got em

Got bitches n marijuana

T-ballin', globetrotter

Got a bunch of pre rolls and a gold lighter

Think you on fire? You gonna need more fire

I tell her that's all you get like street fighter

Na, walk with me, yeah, talk to me

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

Motherfucka goonies, Cartier rubies

Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Koufi

I'm high, I'm wozie,D'osse, I'm doosing

I might just be right with my bitch in jacuzzi

Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga

I'mma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga

I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga

All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I got 'em, I got 'em

Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free

I got em, I got em

Got bitches n marijuana

Pull up, got the fat sack

With sum clean motherfucka, no hood rats

Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it

She wanna love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, yak

Loud pack, give me all of that

Don't be sendin’ naked pics cuz my phone tapped

Black mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks

I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, with me nigga

It's right here

Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga

Hell yeah, you see the Lambo park in the trap, that's me nigga

I own it while you livin’ on a lease nigga

I known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga

I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout

I dick your bitch down then I walk it out

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I got 'em, I got 'em

Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free

I got em, I got em

Got bitches n marijuana

Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammy’s

Overseas collectin’ panties, poppin' xannies

Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn

Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve

Rollie do no tacky to the blingy

I’m spendin’ hundreds or the fifties, ah

Word around the city I'm that niggy

But this month I made a milli

Another month, another milli, man that shit be getting silly

Man, bitch you looking silly

Why you broke? Now go get a check

And when you fly, who need a jet

She want move out to the west

She want them diamonds on her neck

And palm trees in the yard, wanna beas with a star

And get the keys to the car ah

And wanna lick on every scar ah

My money good, shit we buyin’ off the bar right now, right now

Who got the weed right now, right now

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna

Got bitches n marijuana

I got 'em, I got 'em

Oh, she bad, she won't do it for free

I got em, I got em

Got bitches n marijuana

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