Tyga - Bitches And Marijuana Feat Chris Brown Lyrics

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
Ooh, she bad, she don'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 gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like street fighter
Nah, walk with me, 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

Motherfuckin' goonies, cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, d'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted
You know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga
That's a heart attack, yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics
Cause my phone tapped

Black mas, 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 living on a lease nigga
I'm 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

Grimy nigga way too groovy for the grammys
Overseas collecting 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 spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y

But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli
Man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking 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
Wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying
Off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now