Ching Ching Lyrics

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