b*tches N Marijuana lyrics

[Intro: Tyga]
Let me see
Ha!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail 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: 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!)
Motherf*ckin' 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 b*tch in jacuzzi (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Right, n*gga, gettin' right, n*gga (Woo)
I'ma knock that pus*y out, fight night, n*gga (Yeah)
I'ma light it up, pass it to the right, n*gga (Woo)
All b*tches at the crib, don't invite n*ggas, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Tyga]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em (Ha, woo), yeah
Bail 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)
Bail any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana (Look, haha)

[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 sendin' naked pics 'cause my phone tapped
Black mask, duffel bag and a hunnid 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 livin' 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 talkin' 'bout?
I di*k your b*tch down then I walk it out (Oh)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, ScHoolboy Q]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana (Yeah)
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna, got b*tches 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 b*tches and marijuana (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Grimy n*gga way too groovy for the Grammys (Uh)
Overseas collectin' panties, poppin' Xanies (Ha, yeah, yeah)
Young n*gga, hundred grand for the gram
Hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky, do the blingy (Uh)
I'm spendin' hunnids, all the fifties (Uh)
Word around the city, I'm that n*ggy but this month, I made a milli (Uh)
Another month, another milli, man, that sh*t be gettin' silly
Man, b*tch, 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 (West)
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, sh*t, 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
Bail any girl that I wanna, got b*tches and marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail 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