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me
Do you a Afro-American card
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 & Hell
(You got for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, outta Tito borough
beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, 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 this I'm buying us all new
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and
The Porsche tires the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you with
killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, out
Leave 'em layin',
That's the way I'm
New York hustlers love me, like I'm Binkins
[That's cha-ching cha-ching
my pockets talking
Naw, my talking
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 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:
[Pardon me brother, I'm in the gutter
I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' 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, it and puff it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I it]
For my grandmother, cops and
cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin'
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna me like 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
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, actually bred
Only 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 baby don't be
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest
I move that coke, PCP, fluid
right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know I do when I use it
in that funeral music