Lyrics Bitches N Marijuana (Mixed) - Tyga , Chris Brown

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 Ah, 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 (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 Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies Coupe,
No top, yeah, I took off the coufy 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 yeah You can tell by the way I walk that I got
'Em (yeah) 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 (yeah) Ooh,
She bad, she don't do it for free I got 'em,
I got 'em Got bitches 'n marijuana 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 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 Grimy nigga way too groovy for the
Grammys Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xannies Young nigga,
Hundred grand for the gram, hot damn Hit the curb with the Benz,
Swerve Rollie do no ticky to the blingy I spending hundreds or the
Fifties Word around the city I'm that niggy But this month I made a
Milli Another month another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly?
Bitch you looking silly Why you broke, go get a check,
Uh 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 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