Cam'ron
Cam'ron - Black Cards lyrics
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(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