Charge it to the Game

[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper] Pull up in the candy painted Caddy Yeah I'm feelin gold NEW YORK CITY daily chiefers We smoke like some Seminoles Never do I ever put the 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 Youre magnetized To my lavish soul THAT'S protocol If you didn't know Ya foolish ho Dash just copped 2 bottles of that Dusse so we Finna go (Yuu Feel Me Bro)?? Got a zippy for the lo... Of that OOK My Guy.. Indigo soul Don't fuck with the blow Furious Say you sus Then yoU food my Guy? (That's Real Shit) Ya 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 LowKey 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 1: Dillon Cooper] 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 wearin Looking niggas always staring Man I still ain't never caring Charge it to the game Woooah Wooooah Woooah Woooah (repeat 3x) 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 (Uuh) Boom I'm the bomb Boutta 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 1 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 that 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 Getting it poppin' Shes a nympho All she need is that InDo You feel me bro? She love me cause I'm RAD Lungs green Off that THC Niggas know I stay F-L-Y Til I D-I-E Raptor on my chest that P-H-C Steeze O-D Yound Zeus G-O-D Super saiyan Of 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 2: Dillon Cooper] 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 Looking niggas always staring Man I still ain't never caring Charge it to the game Woooah Wooooah Woooah Woooah (repeat 3x) Woah Woah You don't even know