Black Cards Lyrics - Cam'ron

Excuse me 

Do you take a Afro-American card 

What's that? black card homie 

Hook 

Camron: 

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 

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Verse 1 

Camron & 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 

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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