Bitches N Marijuana Lyrics - Fan Of A Fan: The Album - Chris Brown

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Got bitches and marijuana 

T-ballin', globetrotter 

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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 

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'mma knock that pussy out, fight night nigga 

I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga 

All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas, yeah 

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em (yeah) 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem (you a problem) 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I got 'em, I got 'em (yeah) 

Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free (ohhhh hoo) 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Got bitches (look) and 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, yeah 

Loud pack, give me all of that 

Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped 

Black mask, 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 

(ohhh) You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana (yeah) 

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana (I got 'em) 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free 

I got 'em, I got 'em (I got...) 

Got bitches and marijuana (ehh) 

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 (uhh), I spending hundreds, all 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 

Man, bitch you looking silly 

Uh, 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 (yeah) 

And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star, huh? 

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 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I can tell by the way you move that you a problem 

Peel any girl that I wanna, got bitches and marijuana 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Ooh, she dance, she don't do it for free 

I got 'em, I got 'em 

Got bitches and marijuana