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]