Cam’ron, Hell Rell - Cha Ching lyrics

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