Lyrics
You can tell by the way I walk that I got ’em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches ‘n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches ‘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 bitches n marijuana
Ah, 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 (yeah)
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 coufy
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’mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don’t invite niggas yeah : More Lyrics :
Follow Chris Brown:
http://www.chrisbrownworld.com
https://www.facebook.com/chrisbrown
https://twitter.com/chrisbrown
http://instagram.com/chrisbrownofficial
Follow Tyga:
http://www.tygasworld.com
http://facebook.com/tyga
http://twitter.com/TYGA
http://instagram.com/kinggoldchains