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me
Do you take a Afro-American
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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta borough
Dipset Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, Brunei
But cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, welcome to kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche tires the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the
What dealership you with
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
That's the way I'm
New hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move 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 & Hell
[Pardon me brother, I'm in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I with her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I left and I her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, 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 written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and
Y'all cannot me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action
treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, car
Naw, high-pass, car trash
Ain't a million you can kiss our ass

3
Cam'ron & Rell:
Cash green, blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery bred
charger that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
They love him, I can your palm
Like baby don't be
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