Ms Jade Ching Ching - Part 2 Lyrics

Ching Ching - Part 2 Lyrics

f/ Timbaland



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	[Timbaland]

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching



	[Timbaland]

You got the game all wrong

Moving on the pain's all gone, oh

Get back to do it in the next telephone

Come up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh

Hair did every week

Shoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh

Have you acting all extra

Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless

Like my name was Saint Nicholas

Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous

Girl you better go go go I'm getting sick of this

All you wanted was my doe I'm gettin bigger chips

Pass on singer you would never lift a finger

All you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was ?

When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl

You was steady living in a material world oh



	[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love 'em all day, love 'em all night

Don't get 'em girls roll doe



	[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get 'em all day, get 'em all night

Come up off that doe



	[Ms. Jade]

Sick of this song bout the money you spent

Boo what about the money I leant

Timberlands and the Sean John ?

You forget about the times I went half on your rent, no

Bailing you out of jail

Makin sure you don't forget to go and see your P-O

Piss test straight made you stop smokin dro

But you home as your ? so you could work on your flow, ho

I was your down ass bitch in the street

Brawling niggaz I ain't never even flip

You had wondering eyes I ain't never even trip

Spent a couple dollars

Now you poppin fly at the lip

Nigga I taught you how the game go

L-B puffs dummy you was stinkin rainbow

Quadripled a million you was thinkin lame doe

Permanent reminder you ain't dealin with no lame ho



	[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love 'em all day, love 'em all night

Don't get 'em girls roll doe



	[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get 'em all day, get 'em all night

Come up off that doe



	[Timbaland]

Come on girl I ain't even tryna hear that

Better off by myself I know you hear that

All you wanna do is takin my money and argue

Stop playin you be callin me tomorrow



	[Ms. Jade]

You must be crazy my bags is packed

Minks in the back of the 'lac, a hundreds is stacked

I don't want no parts

Got a lawyer like Mr. ?

Money locked in, plus the streets watchin



	[Timbaland]

What you gon' do without a pimp like me

No pocket money, no rich wifee

Now ya mad at me wanna cause me pain

It ain't worked out now you tryna take my change



	[Ms. Jade]

Bout to take everything not just your change

That new ring you just got scoop your things

Parked in my driveway by the end of the week

So nigga, leave a message at the sound of the beep



	[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love 'em all day, love 'em all night

Don't get 'em girls roll doe



	[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get 'em all day, get 'em all night

Come up off that doe



	[Timbaland]

This goes out to my ballin crew

Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me

Love 'em all day, love 'em all night

Don't get 'em girls roll doe



	[Ms. Jade]

This goes out to my chicks that flow

Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me

Get 'em all day, get 'em all night

Come up off that doe