Cha Ching - Cam'Ron, Hell Rell

Excuse me

Do you take a Afro-American card?

What’s 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

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

(You got change for a billion)

What’s that, that’s the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough

Dipset beats Okero

But it’s bombs away, do things the monster way

We’ll take your beauty queen, snatch ya little Jonbenet

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 nigga, 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, pool 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

Nigga, 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 wit' it, I move extra weight

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