Juice WRLD — Cha-Ching Freestyle

Told my soul Take her to the soul taking I'ma turn a broke nigga to a money making Talkin' bout myself, legend in the making World is mine for the taking, they can't take it All these bitches are basic, but they my favorite Slow it up when I fuck like I'm in the Matrix I ain't ever give no fuck [?] sayin' All girls are the same on a bitch playlist A Bitch from Colorado that was gettin' niggas The same bitches tryna' hit my DM counting figures I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her I ain't tryna' fuck with her, I'ma fuck on her She call me a fuck nigga, I'm a fuck nigga This shit 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 bitch Sike, I just double up and fuck 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 fucking 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 nigga try to give me attitude, yeah Who are you? I feel like you lost or somethin' needa get a clue All these bitches make assumptions about you Prolly' got hella' hoes tryna' come through I do, like a marriage, but just drop that shit 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 bitch Uh, Kid Cudi with the huh-uh, oh Bad bitch, yeah I'm bound to make her cu-u-um On her knees like can you give me so-o-o-ome Stick my dick 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 fuck coochie, ho Feel like I'm Biggie Smalls, money don't weigh coochie though Oh, this beat hard as fuck (Thanks man) Sip, up six feet, white bitches, 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, bitch 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 nigga stop at a green light, why? Why he treat that shit like a stop sign Rich foes, fuck it, he can have the stop sign You ain't bout' yours, nigga worry bout' mine I can turn a numb bitch 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 bitch, I'ma hit her from the back end Girlfriend doing coke off her napkin, I don't know what the fuck just happened Oh, uh, oh yeah, I'm a real nigga, you don't wanna go there Solar, on my wrist, nigga huh, no flare Fuckin' on your bitch cause I don't care Fucking all the pressure, that lil' bitch she know that I'm the one She wanna get next to, told you niggas that I'm higher I'm on another level, I went to hell and shot my deuce I beat the fuck 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 motherfucking *Cooh* (Alright, we cool)