[Intro: DJ ICEK]
You are now rocking with DJ ICEK
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana
[Verse 1: YG]
I got a b*tch named Kesha
Kesha be with it
I measure her waist, it's like 27 inches
Uhh and yo n*ggas know the business
Y'all ain't sh*t
And yo hood got like twenty-something snitches
Back to the b*tches, pop that pus*y
f*ck with a pro girl chop that rookie
I f*ck with a roll on a day-to-day basis
Wearing strings on my chucks in my day-to-day laces
Put yo ass in my face
Now put yo ass in my face
But don't ask how it taste
I don't ask whats her race
I just f*ck then pass it to Ace
Yeah
Like BAM BAM, get it, get it
Like BAM BAM, get it, get it
She like damn when a n*gga finish
Now she just another chapter in my book
I'm like Floyd Meawether
I hit them with the hook
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
(you a problem)
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherf*ckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your b*tch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a n*gga, that's a heart attack, yack
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black mask, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at
Me n*gga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n*gga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me n*gga
I own it while you living on a lease n*gga
I'm known to keep my b*tches on a leash n*gga
I smoke it by the pound, what you talking 'bout?
I di*k your b*tch down then I walk it out
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana
[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
We sitting in the back of the club, table got a rope in the front, I don't know ya
You looking real familiar, I could just be a lil drunk
I don't know your name, it's a God damn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But, girl, I'm just saying if you got a man back home
I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush, pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt, K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time, ducking from my ex like a one time
Throw a sign when you really tryna go, got the car parked right at the door
[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Peel any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana