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me
Do you a Afro-American card
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 & Rell:
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta borough
Dipset Okero
But bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John
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
this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
Let's go, bling for
Pay homage to the nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the
What dealership you with
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar with
More killin', killin', poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, out
'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm
New York hustlers me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it
Add on some extra pink, I get hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I 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
[Pardon me brother, I'm hard in the
I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept with her
And the bitch wasn't all that, I left and I her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all 100s
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and 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 gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action
Wanna me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, Nikes are ma
They me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, car trash
Ain't a 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 batteries
They had to be theirs, gunshots, be lead
For yo' ass, beef, that'll be dead
They love him, I can read palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Rell, I make the hardest music
I move coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, I know how to use it
what I do when I use it
Bring in funeral music