(feat. Hell Rell)

[Cam'ron:]
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie

[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

[Cam'ron:]
(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 John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel Gibson

[Hell Rell:]
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'

[Cam'ron:]
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

[Hell Rell:]
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

[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

[Hell Rell:]
Ma you still buyin minutes
Let me get you a real phone
Nextel and all that
Now boost pardon me brotha
I'm heart in the gutta
Plus im packin all the toast, but you hoggin the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, i slept with your sister
And the pussy wasn't all that, i left and i dissed her stupid!
Thats right, cha-ching,cha-ching spendin all them hundreds
You can be my go get man
Go get my dutches,go get my luggage roll it and puff it
In that big ass house, i ain't rentin i own it, i love it

[Cam'ron:]
This for my grandma ya'll can not control me
Ya'll getting gwap? good im gettin guacamole
I'm the hockey goaly (ice), ya'll axel foley (cops)
Want to treat me like billy joel, rock and roll me
Cause im icey ma, like you's a pricey car
They like me im hiefy, what you in wifeys car (thats a station wagon)
Nah i'll pass, that car trash
Aint a quater-million, you can kiss our ass (our ass)

[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

[Cam'ron:]
Cash green, rocks blue
Not him, im not you
The 550 hundred thou, fuck it cop two
Flattery battery acutally bread
Only charger that im copin when my batterys dead
Acutally said gun shots that'll be lead, for yo ass
Funeral beef, that'll be dead they love them
I can read your palms, like baby don't be alarmed shhh
Vietnam, dipset we the bomb

[Hell Rell:]
This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I move that PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah i know how to use it
Know what I do when I use it, bringin 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