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CAMRON lyrics : "Cha Ching"

[Cam'ron:]
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card

What's that? black card homie (Ruger)

[Hook: Cam'ron]

Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

[Verse 1: Cam'ron & {Hell Rell}]

(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear ^!$$%, leaving outta Teterborough
Dipset beats Okero

But it's bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya little John Brenae
For that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

Ransom, Mel Gibson
{Yeah, welcome to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocks

After this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for bling

Pay homage to the chain ^!$$%, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin'}

Man, lean fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar with

More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, pull out
Leave 'em layin', stinkin'

That's the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
{That's right cha-ching cha-ching

That's my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach talking
^!$$%, we run New York and

I'm your favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra hate

Know how I deal with' it, I move extra weight}

[Hook: Cam'ron]

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

Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

[Verse 2: Cam'ron & {Hell Rell}]

{Oh yeah, pardon me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept 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 them 100s
You can be my go-get-man

Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and puff it
In that big $$# house, I ain't written, I own and I love it}
Cash, green, rocks, blue

Not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, $#&@ it cop two
Flattery, battery actually bread

Only Charger that I cop is when my battery dead
It had to be said, gunshots, that'll be lead for ya $$#
Funeral beef, that'll be dead

They love 'em, I can read ya palm, baby don't be alarmed
$#&@ Vietnam, Dipset, we the bomb
Killa


[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)

Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching


[Verse 3: Cam'ron & (Hell Rell)]
For my grandmother, cop some rollies
Y'all cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole

I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cause I'm icy ma, Nikes are pricy pa
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
That's a R-Class, that car trash

Ain't a quarter million you can kiss our $$#
(^!$$%, this is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I move that crack, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know what I do when I use it

Bring in that funeral music
Ruger)

[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)

Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

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