Charge it to the Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, pull up in the candy-painted Caddy and I'm feelin' gold New York City daily chiefin', we smoke like some Seminoles Never do I ever put that pussy on a pedestal Get it wet and let it rain Say I'm cold, I let it snow Momma told me count my money Two times just to double check If it's short you're catchin' wreck Judo chop you in your neck R-A-D, we be the set No time for pseudo fools, yo Yep, my aura glowin', you magnetized to my lavish soul That's protocol if you didn't know, you foolish ho Dash just copped 2 bottles of that Dusse so we finna go You feel me, bro? Got a zippy for the low of that ook, my guy Indigo soul, don't fuck with the blow Furious and you sus then you food, my guy Real shit, you feel me? Got a bad bitch that I met on tour Suck my dick real good, grow her own weed Understand her role, know to keep it low-key Bottom bitch, eyes of the world Fuck that nigga, got eyes on your girl That's that pimp shit boy, you Elliot Spitzer I own yo' bitch, call me Jason Itzler [Chorus] Charge it to the game If I took her, I ain't meant to I ain't tryna wife her up I just call her when I need to Charge it to the game I ain't pay for half the shit I'm wearin' Lookin' niggas always staring Man, I still ain't never caring Charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah Yo, charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah Said, charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, you don't even know [Verse 2: Dillon Cooper] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips Some foolish shit I just play it cool, like Ferris Beuller kid, uh Boom I'm the bomb, 'bout to blow this shit up Tell her break it down, shawty roll that shit up Weed smoke, sour diesel Eyes low, got me looking like a chino Royal 1s kicks, I'm a king Asian shawtys named Ming Ball up nigga, my jeans is Balmain Since day one I been off the chain Catch that fade if you want Come correct, my uppercut attention deficit Stone cold stunner, 3:16 Give them nightmares, niggas wish they had dreams WuTang Told me get the cream proper Brooklyn niggas, style of a shotta Cooper nigga, Crown Heights, killa gotcha Got them hiding all they bitches in the closet Telling their man that it's girls night But she's in my crib my gettin' it poppin' She's a nympho, all she need is that Indo You feel me, bruh? She love me cause I'm R-A-D Lungs green off that THC Niggas know I stay F-L-Y 'til I D-I-E Raptors on my chest, that P-H-C Steeze O-D Young Zeus, G-O-D Super Saiyan off that smoke, I go D-B-Z Coop killa, told y'all that I got the key Break banks down, niggas ain't stoppin me Pay up [Chorus] Charge it to the game If I took her, I ain't meant to I ain't tryna wife her up I just call her when I need to Charge it to the game I ain't pay for half the shit I'm wearin' Lookin' niggas always staring Man, I still ain't never caring Charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah Yo, charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah Said, charge it to the game, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, you don't even know [Outro] Man, this shit is straight lightweight You know what I'm sayin'? We go global Europe, Asia, Japan, where we at man? All my niggas all bein' RAD Spray paint that shit, R-A-D Ridiculous And Driven, motherfucker