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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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
What's that, the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
beats Okero
But bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, welcome to kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After I'm buying us all new drops
right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for
Pay to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar 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 hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's cha-ching cha-ching
my pockets talking
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on extra pink, I get extra hate
how I deal wit' 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
[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, 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, and ronnies
Y'all control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
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
a quarter million you can kiss our ass

3
Cam'ron & Hell
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 dead
had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
For yo' ass, beef, that'll be dead
They love him, I can read your
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I the hardest music
I that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet here, yeah I know how to use it
Know what I do I use it
Bring in funeral music