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Charge My Car Video (MV)




Performed By: Chief Keef
Length: 3:18
Written by: Keith Cozart, Xavier Dotson




Chief Keef - Charge My Car Lyrics




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*cking shoes
I poured 2 deuces nigga f*ck some booze
I'm rollin' up 3 grams in the f*ckin' 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*cks
Gotta use the shower, hella hundreds in the tub
The police can run in here, I don't give no f*cks

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*ck your Craig Jenny
For all you dumb ass f*cks, 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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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*cking shoes
I poured 2 deuces nigga f*ck some booze
I'm rollin' up 3 grams in the f*ckin' 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*cks
Gotta use the shower, hella hundreds in the tub
The police can run in here, I don't give no f*cks

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*ck your Craig Jenny
For all you dumb ass f*cks, 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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Writer: Keith Cozart, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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