Ching

G-Unit Ching Lyrics



I hustle

then I got that ching ching ching

then I bought my bling bling bling

that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick



I hustle

then I got that ching ching ching

then I bought that bling bling bling

that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick



BITCH!!!

Catch me wing shot nigga doin' my thing

cuz when I write with my pen

got me next to Don King

I'm in room 820 in a H2

with a project chic named Rachel

I got racks on my neck

with a big ass piece

they come thru when my lex

call that audition

with no roof on the top

that's my sunday car

in our home I'm looking hot

that's my monday car

I got a stable of hoes

I'm a P-I-M-P

saw your bitches on the (..?)

we got beans on our gat

we retail our weapons

in the way that I rap

we email our chesters

niggas hear what I spit

and wonder how I write

G-Unit gone will

we all on automatic pilot