Kaynine Da G.A.W.D. - 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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

Written by:
Kendall Williams

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