Ching Ching

Ayy, uh Runnin' to the register (Ching Ching) My money go Pullin' off the diamonds like (Bling Bling) I let em show Took a second on the road Mastered Music conquer flows I ain't had no pot to piss But now I got that pot of gold Runnin' to the register (Ching Ching) My money go Pullin' off the diamonds like (Bling Bling) I let em show Took a second on the road Mastered Music conquer flows I ain't had no pot to piss But now I got that pot of gold Twenties and fifties and hundreds in my accounts and shit I done stacked my bread enough to f*ck with any poppin' chick Latto, Yung Miami Lightskin Keisha might go top the list I'ma have a ball with all them women Y'all ain't stoppin' shit I told em I got lots of dick Y'all know I'm playin' but You do what you want when you poppin', right If that's the case, then start some spaces in my car tonight I'll probably take a trip to Texas on a chartered flight And go sit up with Johnny Dang and cop a piece that's awful bright And that be another deposit all on my bank accounts Numbers be lookin' exotic, lookin' like fake amounts Puttin' yo bitch in designer and then I go take her out F*ck it, I'm takin' shopping, then I'ma take her down When they gone learn I'm a different breed with this rappin' shit Probably after this When They gone figure out they never passing shit I done lapped half the kids One day they wake up and say that I'm better than rappers And they don't have half the hits Niggas won't smoke with Da Gawd till I'm keepin' it blunt And I'm never gon' pass this shit Man, I stacked my money high, bought some grills And now I'm cheesin Bitch, I ball like Pat Mahomes Cause every time is winnin' seasons Every time I'm steppin' on the scene, I kill it Start the grievin Now I'm scorin' like LeBron James Nigga, where the defense When I be quarterbackin' shit up in that field They runnin prevent Watch me dunk on niggas I'm up in the rim, they be like, he Vince Watch me murder every show that I got and kill every event Bitch, I'm him, don't give no reason Stack my bread up, y'all know he been Runnin' to the register (Ching Ching) My money go Pullin' out the diamonds like (Bling Bling) I let him show Took a second on the road Master Music conquer flows I ain't had no pot to piss But now I got that pot of gold Runnin' to the register (Ching Ching) My money go Pullin' out the diamonds like (Bling Bling) I let him show Took a second on the road Master Music conquer flows I ain't had no pot to piss But now I got that pot of gold Yo, yo, uh, Go put the money back in the bank, bro You know, gas prices is high, inflation Never mind