Dillon Cooper - Charge it to the Game lyrics

[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 p**y 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 f** with the blow Furious Say you sus Then yoU food my Guy? (That's Real sh**) Ya Feel Me? Got a bad b**h That I met on tour s** my dick real good.... Grow her own weed... Understand her role know to keep it LowKey Bottom b**h Eyes Of The World f** that n***a Got eyes on your girl That's that Pimp sh** boy You Elliot Spitzer I own yo b**h 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 sh** I wearin Looking n***as 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 sh** I just play it cool Like Ferris Beuller kid (Uuh) Boom I'm the bomb Boutta blow this sh** up Tell her break it down Shawty roll that sh** 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 n***a 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 n***as wish they had dreams WuTang Told me get that cream proper Brooklyn n***as Style of a Shotta Cooper n***a crown heights k**a gotcha Got them hiding all they b**hes 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 n***as 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 k**a Told y'all That I got the key Break banks down n***as 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 sh** I'm wearin Looking n***as 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