[Verse 1: Cam'ron & {Hell Rell}] (You got change for a billion) What's that, that's the Lear nigga, 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 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, 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 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 with' it, I move extra weight}
[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 pussy 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 ass 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, fuck 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 ass Funeral beef, that'll be dead They love 'em, I can read ya palm, baby don't be alarmed Fuck Vietnam, Dipset, we the bomb Killa
[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 ass (Nigga, 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-chingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
