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Ms. Jade F/ Nelly Furtado, Timbaland Miscellaneous Ching Ching [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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