The Game, BWS - Change Your Life lyrics

A-R nigga, what
Fuck your baby momma
Fuck all of her friends then I nut
I'm a nut, follow me on Twitter
Nigga don't be that bitter
If that's your girl, then I fuck
Nigga I smash it, pass it
From the Goods down to the Kardashians
Got stamps on my passport
Stripes on my record
But that don't mean I can't get her naked
Check it
Forty thou for my necklace, wrist so reckless
Tell your girl I got a hard
Dick for them wet lips
Tell her to sex this, tell her to text this
Tell her to pick me up, in her ex shit
Gone

Not for long, graduated from Stanford
So I hear "Game Strong"


She look good dressed
You should see her in a thong
Get her so wet, she could bubble up a bong
Ass so right, make a nigga wanna tap that
Pussy so tight, fit my head like a snap back
Almost fell in love
But a nigga had to snap back
Pimp hand strong
Tell her Goldie from the Mack back

Mr. Red Bottoms, nah, you ain't like me
Catch me with a fly white bitch, Ice T
Who at your girl crib chillin'?
Shit I might be
You ain't heard Jerz P I M P
See actin' cocky, so I threw on the mag
Put her ass down like a 6-4 rag
She wanna cuddle and keep, but get around
So I told her I only got
One night in this town

Stars are lit on nights
Time to put the bottles in the ice
Give me one night, I can change your life
Right
Girl tell me what you want

(Everything comes with a price
I just want a little time
Let me be your wife
I've been waiting for this
Moment all my life
Give it to me how I want it
You know how I want it)

Started off with dust, now I got duckets
My bitch see a Benz
But I treat it like a buck
Drop that ass off
Better keep the meter running
Got 3000 hit's, Derek Jeter motherfuckers
Now rockin' with the greatest
All my number 4 Jordans
Go buy the ace of spade shit
And these blood diamonds
Cause a blood rhyming
Cold as 4th quarter nigga
I'm a call them Blood Bryant

The newest everything
Welcome to flight school
She hates Home Depot, I bet she like tools
You know I ride smooth, that Maserati sick
I need a parachute, baby I'm high as shit
Got all this fuckin' ice
I need a hockey stick
Nobody fuckin' with me, no
I ain't sellin'
We getting hella bent
Hell let the liquor talk
3 card monte tell that bitch we ice cards

Now a nigga on
All these hoes wanna bother me
TD please, can you get us up in Colony?
All they wanna do is pop spades with the crew
Cause we pour the mob deep
Without Havoc or Prodigy
Next day she like "You owe me an apology"
I'm like "What for? "
She like "Why you unfollow me? "
Since we bringing up old shit
Last time you gave me head
Bitch why you ain't swallowing?

The poor paper hustler, motherfucker
Give it to me
I can sell that
The homie sit's around a whole
Lot of fly bitches
Thinkin' I got held back
I left the crib and told momma I had a vision
And called your bitch up and
Told her I'm back pimpin'
My nigga Chuck hit me
I told him I had a verse
He told me it's only 8
I told him I make it work

I be on my MacBook, internet pimpin'
Skyping with 2 naked bitches
Trying to get a visit
I chat to her iPad, so
I keep the snake on my head
These dudes are swallowin' my future

One night
My neck bright and my wrists glisten
Fresh to death, get dressed at the mortician
Tore life, my wife, your entertainment
Baby I can make you famous

Yeah, you know I'm laughin' at you niggas
Trippin' on them hoes
Spendin' cash on them bitches
Tippin' on them hoes
I'm an ass on them sixes
Models on the phone, gettin' head
I'm chillin'
Big bottle poppin'
The money in the building
Take this bitch over
Shit that's how a nigga feeling
Fistful of Rozay, yeah a nigga get it
Now I'm trying to find a wife
With all these motherfucking women