[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper]
Pull up in the candy painted Caddy
Yeah I'm feelin gold
NEW YORK CITY daily c***fers
We smoke like some Seminoles
Never do I ever put the p**** 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 s***)
Ya Feel Me?
Got a bad b****
That I met on tour
Suck my d*** real good....
Grow her own weed...
Understand her role know to keep it LowKey
Bottom b****
Eyes Of The World
f*** that n****
Got eyes on your girl
That's that Pimp s*** boy
You Elliot Spitzer
I own yo b****
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 s*** I wearin
Looking n***** 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 s***
I just play it cool
Like Ferris Beuller kid
(Uuh)
Boom I'm the bomb
Boutta blow this s*** up
Tell her break it down
Shawty roll that s*** 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**** 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***** wish they had dreams
WuTang Told me get that cream proper
Brooklyn n*****
Style of a Shotta
Cooper n**** crown heights
Killa gotcha
Got them hiding all they
b****** 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***** 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 n***** 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 s*** I'm wearin
Looking n***** 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
Pull up in the candy painted Caddy
Yeah I'm feelin gold
NEW YORK CITY daily c***fers
We smoke like some Seminoles
Never do I ever put the p**** 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 s***)
Ya Feel Me?
Got a bad b****
That I met on tour
Suck my d*** real good....
Grow her own weed...
Understand her role know to keep it LowKey
Bottom b****
Eyes Of The World
f*** that n****
Got eyes on your girl
That's that Pimp s*** boy
You Elliot Spitzer
I own yo b****
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 s*** I wearin
Looking n***** 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 s***
I just play it cool
Like Ferris Beuller kid
(Uuh)
Boom I'm the bomb
Boutta blow this s*** up
Tell her break it down
Shawty roll that s*** 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**** 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***** wish they had dreams
WuTang Told me get that cream proper
Brooklyn n*****
Style of a Shotta
Cooper n**** crown heights
Killa gotcha
Got them hiding all they
b****** 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***** 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 n***** 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 s*** I'm wearin
Looking n***** 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