Bitches N Marijuana feat. ScHoolboy Q

歌詞

[Chorus] You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Yeah, any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Oh she dance, she'll do it for free I got 'em, I got 'em Got bitches and marijuana [Verse 1: Tyga] T-ballin', globe trotter Got a hunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter Think you on fire, you gon' need more fire I'll tell her that's all you get, like street fighter Now, walk with me, yeah, talk to me That body cold chess game, like a pawn to me She want to ride with me, kick it and vibe with me I got that long clip, fall asleep till the movie Mother fuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies Coop, no top, yeah I took off the (coofie?) I'm high, I'm woosie, do say I'm deucin' I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi Right nigga, gettin' right nigga I'mma 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Pull up, got the (X) With some clean motha fuckers 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 Loud pack give me all of that Don't be sendin' naked pics cause my phone's tapped Black masks, duffle bag in the hundred racks I don't switch but I can 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 Ya see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga I own it while you livin' on the lease, nigga I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash, nigga I smoke it by the pound, what you talkin' bout I dig a bitch down and I walk it out [Chorus] [Verse 3: SchoolBoy Q] Grimy nigga, way too groovy for the Grammys Overseas collectin' panties, poppin' Xanies Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram Hit the curb with the bitch. Swerve Only do no tiki do the biggie on I'm spendin' hundreds or the fifties Words around the city I'm that niggie But this month I made a millie Another month another millie Man this shit be gettin' silly You lookin' silly, nigga When you broke, go get a check And when you fly, who need a jet You wanna move out to the west She want them diamonds on her neck And palm trees in the yard, wanna bees with a star And get the keys to the car And wanna lick on every scar My money good, she'll be buyin' out the bar right now Who got the weed right now, right now [Chorus]