Artist: Tyga & Chris Brown f/ ScHoolboy Q Album: Fan of a Fan 2: The Album Song: Bitches N Marijuana Typed by: Cedmaster3K {"Lemme see ya!"} [Tyga] AHH~! [Chorus: Chris Brown] You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna; got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna; got bitches and 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 and marijuana [Tyga] AHH~! 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 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 (AHH~!) Mu'fuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the kufi I'm high, I'm woozie, D'USSÉ, I'm doosin' 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 All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas - yeah [Chorus] w/ ad-libs [Chris Brown] Look, haha! Pull up, got the fat sack With some clean mu'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 - yeah~! Loud pack, give me all of that Don't be sendin' naked pics cause my phone tapped Black mask, duffel bag and a hunnid 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 livin' on a lease nigga I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga I smoke it by the pound, what you talkin' 'bout I dick your bitch down then I walk it out [Chorus] w/ ad-libs [ScHoolboy Q] Uhh, yo, yeah Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys (uh) Overseas collectin' panties, poppin' Xannies (hah) Young nigga, hunnid grand for the gram (HOT-damn!) Hit the curb with the Benz (swerve) Rollie do no ticky, do the blingy (uhh) I spendin' hunnids or the fifties (uh) Word around the city I'm that niggy But this month I made a milli (uh) another month, another milli Man that shit be gettin' silly (met your bitch, she lookin' silly) Uhh, why you broke? Go get a check Uhh, and when you fly who need a jet? She wanna move out to the west Uhh, 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 buyin' out the bar right now, right now Who got the weed right now, right now? [Chorus]