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me
Do you take a card
that? black card homie

Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching

1
Camron & Rell:
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, outta Tito borough
Dipset beats
But it's away, do things the monster way
We'll your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John Brunei
But cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After this I'm us all new drops
right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for
Pay to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What dealership you with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get hate
Know how I deal it, I move extra weight

Cha-ching cha (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching

2
Cam'ron & Hell
me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I with her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I and I ditched her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all 100s
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, it and puff it
In big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
Y'all cannot me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, Nikes are ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, car
Naw, high-pass, that car
Ain't a quarter million you can our ass

3
Cam'ron & Rell:
green, rocks blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery actually
Only charger that I'm coppin' when my batteries
had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
They him, I can read your palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest
I that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet here, yeah I know how to use it
Know I do when I use it
Bring in that music