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me
Do you take a card
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)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta borough
Dipset beats
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 Hell's
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
After this I'm buying us all new
That's right, cha-ching
Let's go, bling for
Pay to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the
What you dealing with
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 hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on extra pink, I get extra hate
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 & Rell:
[Pardon me brother, I'm hard in the
Plus I'm all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, me sister, I slept with her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I left and I her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them
You can be my
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, it and puff it
In that big ass house, I written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, and ronnies
Y'all control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all 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, 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 bred
Only charger that I'm when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be
For yo' ass, beef, that'll be dead
They love him, I can read your
Like baby be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest
I move coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, I know how to use it
Know what I do I use it
Bring in funeral music