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me
Do you take a Afro-American
What's that? black card

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)
that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta 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 kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
Let's go, for bling
Pay to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars
Man, lean fast, the whip
dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's 5, the tools out
550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin',
That's the way I'm
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your boxer, favorites blossom
Black Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra
Know how I deal wit' it, I move 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
me brother, I'm hard 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 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 big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, car trash
a quarter million you can kiss our ass

3
Cam'ron & Rell:
Cash green, blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery actually
charger that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, beef, that'll be dead
love him, I can read your palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I the hardest music
I move that coke, PCP, fluid
right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know I do when I use it
Bring in funeral music