Слова песни Bitches N Marijuana (Feat. Schoolboy Q) Chris Brown Ft. Tyga

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

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T ballin', globetrotter,
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter.
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire,
I tell her, “That's all you get like Street Fighter.”
Nah, 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.
Mothafuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies,
Coupe, no top, yeah, I took off the kufi,
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'USSE, I'm doosin',
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi.
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga,
Imma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga,
Imma light it up, pass it to the right, nigga,
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas.

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

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Pull up, got the fat sack,
With some clean muthafuckas, no hoodrats.
Yeah, we suited and booted, you know, your bitch 'bout to toot it,
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, yuck!
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, 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.

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

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys,
Overseas collectin' panties, poppin' Xanies,
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn!
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve!
Rollie do no ticky, do the blingy,
I spendin' hundreds, all the fifties,
Word around the city I'm that niggie,
But this month I made a milli,
Another month, another milli, man, that shit be gettin' silly.
Man, bitch, you lookin' silly,
Why you broke? Go get a check.
And when you fly, who need a jet?
She wanna move out to the West,
She want them diamonds on her neck,
And palm trees in the yard, wannabes with a star,
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,
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 bitches and marijuana.
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem,
Bail any girl that I wanna,
Got bitches and marijuana.
I got 'em, I got 'em,
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free.
I got ‘em, I got ‘em,
Got bitches and marijuana.