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me
Do you take a Afro-American
What's that? 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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take your beauty queen, ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After I'm buying us all new drops
right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, for bling
Pay homage to the nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars
Man, lean fast, peel the
What dealership you dealing
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, out
Leave 'em layin',
the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers me, like I'm David Binkins
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites
Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra
Know how I deal wit' it, I extra weight

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

2
Cam'ron & Rell:
me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you the butter
Oh yeah, me sister, I slept with her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I and I ditched her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching, spending all them 100s
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
cannot control me
You gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, rock and me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, car trash
a quarter million you can kiss 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 dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
love him, I can read your palm
Like baby don't be
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I the hardest music
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 funeral