I hustled 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 hustled 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
[Tony Yayo:] You can catch me run inside nigga, doing my thing Cause what I write with my pen got me next to Don King I’m blowing H-2-O, in a H2 With a project chick named Rachel I got rocks on my neck, with a big-ass piece And come through in a Lex with Claudette Ortiz With no roof on the top, that’s my Sunday car In the Hummer looking hot, that’s my Monday car I got a stable of hoes, now I’m a P-I-M-P And bring in bitches on a Amtrak with grams of D We got beams on the gat, we detail our weapons And the way that I rap, we e-mail-addressing Niggas hear what I spent, and wonder how I write it G-Unit gon’ win, we on automatic pilot
[50 Cent:] I hustled 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 hustled 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
[Tony Yayo:] With menage-a-trois I got these dykes wet Off of blue E pills with the knife checks I’m still blowing green in the PJs Laid out in the cut reading screenplays, nigga be easy Don’t talk greasy, the rap game needs me I spent 16, you getting charged by the freebie Y’all niggas in court, spilling the beans About the kid from New York that be killing the fiends I’m a H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler I got 2 maids but fuck it I need a butler
[50 Cent:] I hustled 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 hustled 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
Bitch! (Can’t forget, rewind, DVD magazine) “Can the drummer have some!”