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)
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