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me
Do you take a Afro-American
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, the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset beats
But bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, welcome to kitchen
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, for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the
What dealership you dealing
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar with
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, I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, blossom
Black Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra
Know how I 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 hard in the
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the
Oh yeah, me sister, I slept with her sister
And the wasn't all that, I left and I ditched her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all 100s
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action
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
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
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, funeral beef, that'll be
They love him, I can your palm
Like baby don't be
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
what I do when I use it
Bring in that music