Put Ya in Da Game Fat Joe (Ft. T-Pain)

[T-Pain]
Fat Joe, T-Pain
Shawtayy!

[Intro/Interlude: T-Pain]
Shawty I couldn't help but notice that you were sittin on the sideline
I got all of the material thang that'chu need to get a new shine
I can put you in that game and I can have you lookin like you've never seen
Baby you bad as fuck, but when I'm done you be lookin so clean

[Hook: T-Pain]
Let me put you in the game
Fingernails, toenails, painted up
High heels, the chrome wheels, and you standin up
Better clothes, from head to toe, the stiletto
Got the stereo, I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game (let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game (let me put you in the game)
And mami you already know, I'm spendin dough
And you gon' be the baddest thing, on the road
I can put you in the game

[Fat Joe]
She said she never seen a car, with the seat in the middle
She tried to bite my chain, she thought it was some Skittles
I don't be runnin game, I just be runnin riddles
Have her hittin high notes, like my dick comes with a fiddle
Now I'm twenty-fo' inches on the grizzound, grizzound, uh-oh
Anything you want to touch I tizzown, tizzown, uh-oh
Puffin on that haze I'm talkin pizzounds, pizzounds, uh-oh
Gotta get that money that's how we get down, get down, ya!
Suicide doors, I'm so Kobain
Louis camou' jacket, the bah is the same
Jesus Joey Crack you must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that in the rap game
Mister Mister Rainman, yeah I can make it rain
Top blown off, and I ain't even aim
Yankee hat back, the seats on lean
And no that's not a car, that's a fuckin airplane