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me
Do you take a 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 & Rell:
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, outta Tito borough
Dipset beats
But bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, welcome to Hell's
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 to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars
Man, lean fast, peel the
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm Binkins
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my stomach
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 extra
Know how I deal wit' it, I move extra

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, me sister, I slept with her sister
And the bitch all that, I left 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, it and puff 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 foagies
Wanna treat me Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They 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 & Rell:
Cash green, blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery bred
Only that I'm coppin' when my batteries 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 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 that funeral