| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ching Ching , by - Ms. Jade. Song from the album Girl Interrupted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп