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      Verse 1   Cam’ron & Hell Rell:   (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 lean, John Brunei   But 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      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:   [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 bitch 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]   For my grandmother, cops and ronnies   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 ma   They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car   Naw, high-pass, that car trash   Ain't a quarter million you can kiss our ass      Hook      Verse 3   Cam'ron & Hell Rell:   Cash green, rocks blue, not him, I'm not you   The 550, 100 thou, get copped too   Flattery, battery actually bred   Only charger that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead   They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead   For yo' ass, funeral beef, that'll be dead   They love him, I can read your palm   Like baby don't be alarmed   Vietnam, Dipset, we the bomb   [This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music   I move that coke, 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