*featuring Nelly Furtado, Timbaland
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[Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado)]
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Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
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Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
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What about the money that I spent up today
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[Hook goes on in background of song]
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[Timbaland]
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Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass
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To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash
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People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
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I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates
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Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast
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Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
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Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for
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It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour
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And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'
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Sometimes while hittin' it,different names would slip
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If I been wit a chick, check me miss
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Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips
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But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta
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No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters
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If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
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Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
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And I say
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[Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]
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What about my ching ching ching
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What about my bling bling bling
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What about the money that I spent up today
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What about his ching ching ching
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What about his bling bling bling
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What about his money that I spent up today
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[Ms. Jade]
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Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia
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Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us
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Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich
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Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks
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Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
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I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten
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I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes
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Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow
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So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours
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I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores
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I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch
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Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops
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Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother
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Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
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Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score
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You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga
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[Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado)]
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What about your ching ching ching
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What about your bling bling bling
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So what you spent up all your money today
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What about his ching ching ching
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What about his bling bling bling
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What about his money that I spent up today
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[Ms. Jade]
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Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring
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Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats
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I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls
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Since day one it was ours it never was yours
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Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture
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Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer
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No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
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Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you
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[Nelly Furtado]
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All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything
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I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
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Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive
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I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)]
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What about my ching ching ching
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What about my bling bling bling
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What about the money that I spent up today
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What about his ching ching ching
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What about his bling bling bling
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What about his money that I spent up today
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[Outro x4]
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Ba da ba ba ching ching ching
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Ba da ba ba ba ching ching
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What about the money that I spent up today
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Ching Ching
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| Ms. Jade |
