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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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving Tito borough
beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, Brunei
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
After this I'm us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
Let's go, for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars
Man, lean fast, the whip
What dealership you dealing
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 love me, like I'm David
[That's right cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move 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:
[Pardon me brother, I'm hard in the
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I with her sister
And the wasn't 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 big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action
Wanna treat me Billie Joel, rock and roll 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
green, rocks blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, actually bred
Only that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, that'll be
They him, I can read your palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Rell, I make the hardest music
I move that coke, PCP, embalming
Ratchet right here, I know how to use it
Know what I do I use it
in that funeral music