Chief Keef

Chief Keef - Charge My Car lyrics

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My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds boy I'm blessin' dude

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station cause I'm a star

Full tank cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"



I rolled up 10 joints, I got weed for days

I got all this green I swear that its my baby

I've been getting money since my senior days

But I forgot I didn't go to school I'm crazy

I put Margiela's on my f**king shoes

I poured 2 deuces nigga f**k some booze

I'm rollin' up 3 grams in the f**kin' wood

Don't worry bout me, I'm getting money I'm good

I pull up to the club and them doors go up

Motivation no-you's only dumb f**ks

Gotta use the shower, hella hundreds in the tub

The police can run in here, I don't give no f**ks



My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds boy I'm blessin' dude

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station cause I'm a star

Full tank cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"



I got a million un-read texts

I got a million red text messages

I only read 'em if you're talkin' benji's

Can't be talking small, gotta be talkin' plenty

I got 6 hoes in 6 different beds

Dro and Mike told me I'm the black Elvis Presley

I got hoes in 50 different states

Been all around the world, can't tell me bout a penny

Member kickin' doors and hittin' stains

I'm eatin' good, f**k your Craig Jenny

For all you dumb ass f**ks, I'm talkin' Jenny Craig

Try to make me go on a diet, pussy I ain't wit it

(BANG BANG)



My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds boy I'm blessin' dude

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station cause I'm a star

Full tank cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"
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