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   'cause 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