"Ching Ching" lyrics

You already know
It's your boy, Boss Don
Back with another street banger, for you niggas
Got my boy
Big Gida, what's good baby?
Hood loving us right now
Lil' Byrdgang, Gain Greene thing
We got goin' on man
It's 'bout to get real crazy
Fire, what's poppin' baby?
Yeah

That shit y'all spit ain't 'bout nothin' (Nope)
Every team Max B on, he 'bout somethin' (Yup)
From homicide to robberies, we not stuntin'
Slores suck good dick, chumps get gun buttered (Oww)
You niggas ain't fuckin' with Gain Greene
The V's able to veer sixteen, my thing steam
See us posted up in the hood, with bling bling
All my niggas is gettin' money and scream "Ching-ching"
Ching-ching

Nigga, I'm nothin' to fuck with
Guns you get robbed with
Knives you get stuck with
Different color hats match, colors that vary
Ear lobe, wrist bent, color canary
Some may say I'm distinguished when they hear me
Couple niggas say I'm the best, some will compare me
I don't really give a fuck
My only concern is grind and coppin' bigger bucks
Hoppin' out of bigger trucks
I kick in your door, squash your pops out
Treats for the streets, bitch, wash the pots out
Jump in the G-3, dodging the cops out
Butt fuckin' bitches, and Minajing my cock out
Plus truck get it, I'm miraging the drops out
You don't push keys, like you part of the lockout
I put the gun in your mouth, aim up, squeeze
Knock your top out, like you part of a pop out

That shit y'all spit ain't 'bout nothin' (Nope)
Every team Max B on, he 'bout somethin' (Yup)
From homicide to robberies, we not stuntin'
Slores suck good dick, chumps get gun buttered (Oww)
You niggas ain't fuckin' with Gain Greene
The V's able to veer sixteen, my thing steam
See us posted up in the hood with bling bling
All my niggas is gettin' money and scream "Ching-ching"