Ching Ching Lyrics by Ms. Jade

Ching Ching Lyrics

    ft. Nelly Furtado, Timbaland

    [Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado)]
    Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
    Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
    What about the money that I spent up today

    [Hook goes on in background of song]

    [Timbaland]
    Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass
    To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash
    People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
    I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates
    Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast
    Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
    Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for
    It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour
    And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'
    Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip
    If I been wit a chick, check me miss
    Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips
    But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta
    No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters
    If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
    Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
    And I say

    [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]
    What about my ching ching ching
    What about my bling bling bling
    What about the money that I spent up today
    What about his ching ching ching
    What about his bling bling bling
    What about his money that I spent up today

    [Ms. Jade]
    Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia
    Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us
    Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich
    Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks
    Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
    I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten
    I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes
    Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow
    So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours
    I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores
    I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch
    Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops
    Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother
    Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
    Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score
    You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga

    [Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado)]
    What about your ching ching ching
    What about your bling bling bling
    So what you spent up all your money today
    What about his ching ching ching
    What about his bling bling bling
    What about his money that I spent up today

    [Ms. Jade]
    Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring
    Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats
    I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls
    Since day one it was ours it never was yours
    Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture
    Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer
    No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
    Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you

    [Nelly Furtado]
    All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything
    I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
    Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive
    I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]
    What about my ching ching ching
    What about my bling bling bling
    What about the money that I spent up today
    What about his ching ching ching
    What about his bling bling bling
    What about his money that I spent up today

    [Outro x4]
    Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
    Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
    What about the money that I spent up today

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