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 f**ing b**h 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 f**ing b**h on my dick b*tch!!! Catch me wing shot n***a 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 a** 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 b**hes on the (..?) we got beans on our gat we retail our weapons in the way that I rap we email our chesters n***as hear what I spit and wonder how I write G-Unit gone will we all on automatic pilot