b*tches N Marijuana (Branonthetrack Remix) lyrics

[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: Branonthetrack]
Treat my b*tches like a blunt, hit it, pass it on
I don't do no foreplay, I just get it on
Say she wanna get it, while we play my songs
Bang bang like the base then she go home (bye, b*tch)
They know, they know that I got it
2 grams in the blunt, blow like Bob Marley
Kickin' back with yo' chick, it's like a hobby
What they don't see doesn't hurt, don't tell nobody, nah
I can get you higher (higher, higher)
But don't play wit' it, nah
Baby, ride me like a Mercedes
Kill that pus*y one time, now that's a 180-7
Uh, you better cuff yo' chick
You shoulda seen the way she roll that stick
She was puffin' all night, yeah, she got all lit
I can tell she never get enough of this, nah
[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
(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