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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)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, outta Tito borough
Dipset Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, Brunei
But cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel
[Yeah, to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2
this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching
go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the
Damn, we got 'em and heart-broken
The Porsche tires the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we you familiar 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 me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's cha-ching cha-ching
That's my talking
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I it darker
Add on some pink, I get extra hate
how I deal wit' it, I move extra 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 & 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 bitch wasn't all that, I left and I ditched her,
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them
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, cops and
Y'all control me
You gettin' gwop, I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna 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, that car
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, actually bred
Only charger that I'm coppin' my batteries dead
had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
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 make the music
I move that coke, PCP, embalming
Ratchet right here, I know how to use it
what I do when I use it
Bring in that music