Dillon Cooper - Charge it to the Game [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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