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