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me
Do you take a card
What's that? black 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, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito
beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take your 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 this I'm buying us all new
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, the ring
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, the whip
dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you 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, like I'm Binkins
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your favorite boxer, blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it
Add on extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move weight

Cha-ching cha (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More registers)
cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching

2
Cam'ron & Rell:
me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept her sister
And the bitch all that, I left 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 big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and
Y'all control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, action foagies
treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, Nikes are ma
They 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 & Rell:
Cash green, blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get too
Flattery, battery actually
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 love him, I can read palm
baby don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I the hardest 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