Cha-Ching Freestyle* lyrics

[Verse]
Told my soul
Take her to the soul taking
I'ma turn a broke n*gga to a money making
Talkin' bout myself, legend in the making
World is mine for the taking, they can't take it
All these b*tches are basic, but they my favorite
Slow it up when I f*ck like I'm in the Matrix
I ain't ever give no f*ck [?] sayin'
All girls are the same on a b*tch playlist
A b*tch from Colorado that was gettin' n*ggas
The same b*tches tryna' hit my DM counting figures
I ain't tryna' f*ck with her, I'ma f*ck on her
I ain't tryna' f*ck with her, I'ma f*ck on her
I ain't tryna' f*ck with her, I'ma f*ck on her
She call me a f*ck n*gga, I'm a f*ck n*gga
This sh*t gon' be hard
Life is a book time to turn the page
I'ma run it like a race, I'm in first place
I'ma Bolt to the cash like I'm Usain
Uh, Batman shoes like I'm Bruce Wayne
Uh, In my lane I do my thing
Uh, Presidential watch that designer game
Uh, I'm pourin up Prince in the double cup, no purple rain
Ay, ay
Another life, sometimes I wish I was in another life
Sometimes I wish that I had another b*tch
Sike, I just double up and f*ck another wife
Uh, pull up in a Ghost, that's the Poltergeist
Uh, Peek-A-Boo, uh-huh, oh, Ray Charles shades won't peek at you
Uh-huh, tying up Balenciaga shoes, uh-huh
All I do is win, I cannot f*cking lose, uh, takin' W's
Pull up, swervin' on my old block, avenue
Thirty shots up in the glizzy, yeah that'll do
I shoot it if a n*gga try to give me attitude, yeah
Who are you? I feel like you lost or somethin' needa get a clue
All these b*tches make assumptions about you
Prolly' got hella' hoes tryna' come through
I do, like a marriage, but just drop that sh*t miscarriage
I'ma ball out, uhm, Ferris, Bueller skip school feelin' like I'm Ferris
Uh, huh, I graduation on you loser, I graduated on a loser
You want beef, well I love steak, real life let's not do computers
Send him my address, after that I'ma wish him the best
I be wettin' like Gilbert Arenas with the gun aimed at Ron Artest
Yeah, I'ma grip it like a tech Pitbull
She was aiming for my neck, Pitbull
She Hispanic and French, ballout
Why they sleeping on a b*tch
Uh, Kid Cudi with the huh-uh, oh
Bad b*tch, yeah I'm bound to make her cu-u-um
On her knees like can you give me so-o-o-ome
Stick my di*k in her throat, is it do-o-o-one
I just took another perky and another perky
It done fly, they kicked in, I pray to god they working
Lord knows they'll cut deep, I think I need a surgeon
So many perkys' I think I turned to a perky
Pulled up in a parking lot, I don't park a lot
I don't drive a lot, but you know that I'll swerve alot
The DeLorean, I'm feelin' like Marty McFly
Everyday I'm gettin' low so I have to get high
The studio, my hair twisted style, dope, I feel like Coolio
This Gucci and Pucci up on me, no f*ck coochie, ho
Feel like I'm Biggie Smalls, money don't weigh coochie though
Oh, this beat hard as f*ck (Thanks man)
Sip, up six feet, white b*tches, rough neck me
Pull up on a scene, like a superstar
Even though sometimes I don't feel like a superstar
Vroom vroom, I just a bought me a super car
If I'ma drive that, b*tch we'll go super far
In the back of the Benz', gettin' top from her friends
The night never ends, it's forever uh, uh
In the back of the Benz', gettin' top from her friends
The night never ends, it's forever uh, uh
Mask on my face, Calvin Klein
AP on my wrist, uh for the time
I ain't worried bout' yours, I'm bout' mine
Make a n*gga stop at a green light, why?
Why he treat that sh*t like a stop sign
Rich foes, f*ck it, he can have the stop sign
You ain't bout' yours, n*gga worry bout' mine
I can turn a numb b*tch to a Columbine
I mean it, I mean a concubine but that .40 on me
I turn your block to Columbine
I'm blowing transformers off from this perc
I, might pull on em with that choppa' like -uprise
Ooh, uh, back in, bad b*tch, I'ma hit her from the back end
Girlfriend doing coke off her napkin, I don't know what the f*ck just happened
Oh, uh, oh yeah, I'm a real n*gga, you don't wanna go there
Solar, on my wrist, n*gga huh, no flare
f*ckin' on your b*tch cause I don't care
f*cking all the pressure, that lil' b*tch she know that I'm the one
She wanna get next to, told you n*ggas that I'm higher
I'm on another level, I went to hell and shot my deuce
I beat the f*ck outta the devil, yeah
Diamonds on my wrist, I need another bezel
Metallica when I load the choppa that's heavy metal
You know I'm driving the fastest, faster the pedal medal
Talking stupid to me, shoot you like a rebel
Like a motherf*cking *Cooh* (Alright, we cool)