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me
Do you take a 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 Tito borough
Dipset Okero
But it's 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
After I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David
[That's right cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites
Black 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 & Rell:
me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the
Oh yeah, me sister, I slept 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, it and puff it
In that big ass house, I written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and
Y'all control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
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
like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, that car
Ain't a million 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 I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
They love him, I can read palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the music
I move coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, I know how to use it
Know what I do I use it
in that funeral music