Bitches N Marijuana (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli'
Another month, another milli', man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly

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
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 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



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Quincy Hanley
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