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me
Do you take a Afro-American
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, outta Tito borough
beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the way
We'll take beauty 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 I'm buying us all new drops
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 tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing
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 York love me, like I'm David Binkins
right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets
Naw, my stomach
Nigga, we run New and
I'm favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get 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 & 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 slept her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I left and I ditched her,
right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them 100s
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, and ronnies
Y'all cannot me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, 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, battery bred
Only charger that I'm coppin' my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, be dead
They love him, I can your palm
Like don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the
[This is Ruger Rell, I the hardest music
I that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I how to use it
what I do when I use it
Bring in that funeral