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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, that's the Lear nigga, outta Tito borough
beats Okero
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, welcome to Hell's
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After this I'm buying us all new
right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for
Pay homage to the nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the smokin']
Man, lean fast, the whip
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, out
'em layin', stinkin'
the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move extra

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 the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept with her
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 gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, 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 bred
Only charger that I'm when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, be lead
For yo' ass, beef, that'll be dead
They him, I can read your palm
Like baby don't be
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I how to use it
Know what I do I use it
in that funeral music