Charge It To The Game

Rich100, show 'em how you do it

It's wit' a X, ****

Fxce

Yeah, come on

Alright

Man, this beat got me feelin' a certain way

You ain't gon' get everything you put in, man, just charge it to the game

Shoot my lawyer a couple thousand, get them charges out the way

Catch him gettin' his hair cut and make the barber catch the fade

If I ain't makin' money or doin' shit wit' music, then I'm out the way

If young dog can't make a single play, then get him out the game

She told me that she love me, I fuck with her, but feelings not the same

Fuck puttin' the strap on layaway, I'm gettin' it out today

Don't feel my pain through this music, you gon' feel it out this K

When I say I'm gettin' my money out the bank, I'm gettin' it out the safe

I can't be the only one rich, I'ma be feelin' out of place

Banana clip on the micro Drac' peelin' off his face

They hear my music one time and know I'm finna be somebody

You wanna know how to rap, gimme five thousand, I'll teach you probably

She couldn't keep her legs closed, now she got Dashiki problems

He better duck his taco before I knock the meat up out it

I been lettin' **** slide, I'm done givin' chances

Been lettin' **** copy off of me, I'm done givin' answers

**** don't want no smoke with us, they done gettin' cancer

Couldn't believe that I fucked this one bitch, so I got that shit on camera

Slidin' in a stolen Scat Pack, I'm tryin' not to crash it

On the highway lookin' for an exit, I'm trying not to pass it

Fuck I need your heart for when I got one on my jacket?

A hundred thousand ain't shit, that's just two months of rappin'

Catch a pussy **** lackin', go to the viewing like nothin' happened

Have 'em pull up on you with all chops like, "E said, 'What's crackin'?'"

Still hustling like I ain't already made it, I got that from my daddy

Five pounds of Detroit Runtz, I got that shit in baggies

Now some Good Sense, bitch, we talkin' 'bout the 'bow bag

Man, this thot bitch fuckin' off the name, she don't even want cash

You drop two songs in a week and they both ass

I make ten thousand a month off freestylin', ****, you wrote that

It's wit' a X, ****

Fxce

Yeah, come on