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 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 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      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      Hook      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   Cuz 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