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me
Do you a Afro-American card
What's 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, the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset beats
But bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, to Hell's 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, for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What dealership you with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar
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 York hustlers love me, like I'm Binkins
[That's right 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 it darker
Add on some pink, I get extra hate
how I deal wit' it, I move extra weight

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 in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you 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, it and puff it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
cannot control me
You gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, 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, car trash
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 actually
Only that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, funeral beef, that'll be
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 move that coke, PCP, embalming
right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know I do when I use it
Bring in that music