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me
Do you a Afro-American card
What's that? black 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, the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset Okero
But it's bombs away, do 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 I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What dealership you with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
That's the way I'm
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your boxer, favorites blossom
Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move 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
[Pardon me brother, I'm hard in the
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 left and I her, stupid
right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them 100s
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, it and puff it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I it]
For my grandmother, cops and
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the hockey goalie, action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, that car
Ain't a quarter million you can our ass

3
Cam'ron & Rell:
Cash green, blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery bred
Only charger I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, 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
is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I how to use it
Know I do when I use it
Bring in that funeral