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[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches 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 b*tches n marijuana

[Tyga:]
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, 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
Motherf*ckin' 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 b*tch in Jacuzzi
Right, nig*a, gettin' right, ni*ga

I'ma knock that pu*sy out, fight night, nig*a
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nig*a
Our b*tches at the crib, don't invite nig*as

[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches 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 b*tches n marijuana

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherf*ckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your b*tch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a ni*ga, that's a heart attack, Yack!

Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me ni*ga

It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me ni*ga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nig*a

I own it while you living on a lease nig*a
I'm known to keep my b*tches on a leash nig*a
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I d*ck your b*tch down then I walk it out

[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches 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 b*tches n marijuana

[ScHoolboy Q:]
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 sh*t be gettin' silly
Man, b*tch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
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, sh*t we buying off
The bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now

[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Bail any girl that I wanna
Got b*tches 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 b*tches n marijuana