Change the Game

[Intro: The Game & Ty Dolla $ign]
Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You're now ****in' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this mother****er (Dolla $ign)
Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mil', my wrist, nigga
It's the Numinati (Bitches), move your body (This is)
The newest audy, gassin' on the shard, next to Snoop and Rowdy
(Niggas), movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shottys
And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis

[Verse 1: The Game]
Don't ask me how, with these Hit-Boy classic sounds
Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, ass is bounced
And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around
Give me the Chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it
Niggas tryna ridе our wave, we bringin' the sharks to it
Whеre my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it
Brought the Westside back, C-Walk'in the bop to it
Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pac, nigga
I'm like three Pac's, steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga
We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas
It's like an R hangin' from your neck, when we Roc niggas


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & The Game]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Change the game like we supposed)
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Change the game like we supposed)
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

[Verse 2: The Game]
Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the west
Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbin' on her breasts
What's next? Pourin' champagne on the roads
'Bout to **** her in the rain, 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh
Numinati, put the ice on the go
Got her livin' out the Birkin, 'cause my life on the road
Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the dezi
Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to heaven"
I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop
The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop
Gettin' rich for twenty years, this is not your level
Wanna show in the Hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, Drillmatic up, and the bars comin' from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & The Game]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Change the game like we supposed)
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Change the game like we supposed)
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga