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me
Do you a Afro-American 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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset Okero
But it's bombs away, do the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John
But that 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
go, bling for bling
Pay to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, the whip
What dealership you dealing
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, out
'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm
New hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
my pockets talking
Naw, my talking
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 hate
Know how I deal it, I move 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 & 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, 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, cops and
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, rock and me
Cuz I'm icy ma, Nikes are ma
like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, that car
Ain't a quarter you can kiss our ass

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