Tyga - b**hes N Marijuana lyrics
(with Chris Brown) (feat. Schoolboy Q) [Chorus - Chris Brown:] You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got b**hes n marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got b**hes 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 b**hes n marijuana [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, 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 Motherf**in' 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 b**h in Jacuzzi Right, n***a, gettin' right, n***a I'ma knock that p**y out, fight night, n***a I'mma light it up, pa** it to the right n***a Our b**hes at the crib, don't invite n***as [Chorus] [Chris Brown:] Pull up, got the fat sack With some clean motherf**ers, no hood rats Yeah we suited and booted, you know your b**h 'bout to toot it She want love from a n***a, 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 n***a It's right here Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me n***a Hell yeah You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me n***a I own it while you living on a lease n***a I'm known to keep my b**hes on a leash n***a I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout I dick your b**h down then I walk it out [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q:] Grimy n***a way too groovy for the Grammys Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies Young n***a, 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 n**-y But this month I made a milli Another month, another milli, man that sh** be gettin' silly Man, b**h 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, sh** we buying off the bar right now, right now Who got the weed right now, right now [Chorus]