Cam`ron Black Cards Lyrics

Black Cards Lyrics

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