Ching, Cha, Ching – Cam’Ron – letras

(Feat. Hell Rell)Cam’ron:Excuse meDo you take a Afro-American cardWhat’s that? black card homieHookCam’ron:Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingCha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingCha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingCha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingVerse 1Cam’ron & Hell Rell:(You got change for a billion)What’s that, that’s the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito boroughDipset beats OkeroBut it’s bombs away, do things the monster wayWe’ll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John BruneiBut that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingRansom, Mel Gibson[Yeah, welcome to Hell’s kitchenI got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocksAfter this I’m buying us all new dropsThat’s right, cha-ching cha-chingLet’s go, bling for blingPay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the ringDamn, we got ’em teary-eyed and heart-brokenThe Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin’]Man, lean fast, peel the whipWhat dealership you dealing withPotangrams, damn, we nothin’ you familiar withMore killin’, killin’, what’s poppin’ 5, the tools outThey 550, 212, G-mack, pool outLeave ’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-chingThat’s my pockets talkingNaw, my stomach talkingNigga, we run New York andI’m your favorite boxer, favorites blossomBlack Aston Martin, but I made it darkerAdd on some extra pink, I get extra hateKnow how I deal wit’ it, I move extra weightHookCam’ron:Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chingCha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching