Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cha Ching, artist - Cam'Ron.
Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Cha Ching |
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 |