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me
Do you take a Afro-American
What's 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, leaving outta borough
Dipset beats
But it's bombs away, do the monster way
We'll take your queen, snatch 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 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 tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, the whip
What you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you 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 York love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching
my pockets talking
Naw, my talking
Nigga, we run New and
I'm your boxer, favorites blossom
Black Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I 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 & Rell:
[Pardon me brother, I'm in the gutter
I'm packin' 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 and I ditched 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 big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and
Y'all cannot me
You gettin' gwop, I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the goalie, y'all action foagies
treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, are pricy ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, that car
a quarter million you can kiss our ass

3
Cam'ron & Hell
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
had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
They love him, I can read palm
Like baby don't be
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest
I move coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I how to use it
what I do when I use it
Bring in that music