Bitches N Marijuana (ft.Tyga & ScHoolboy Q)

Chris Brown

    Continúa después del anuncio

    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'ma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
    Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

    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

    Continúa después del anuncio

    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
    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

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Chris Brown, Quincy Hanley, Paris Jones, Nicholas Balding, Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson y Mark Kragen

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión