Ching Ching pt. 2 ft. Timbaland

Timbaland:
hey what about my ching ch ching ch ching
hey what about my ching ch ching ch ching
hey what about my ching ch ching ch ching
walk with me baby
hey what about my ching ch ching ch ching
you got the game all wrong
moving on the paint all gone
get back to do it in the next tailbone
come up out the bling bling in your neck looking raw
hair did every week
shoes over 500 dollars up on your feet
has you acting all extra
gimme this gimme 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 dough
I’m getting bigger chips
cash on single
you ain’t never lift a finger
all you did was listen to my beats and tell me they was bangers
when did you act like a wife or better yet my girl
you was steady living the material world
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 give those girls no dough
Ms. Jade:
this goes out to my chicks that roll
put your doves up in the air if you feel me
get em all day get em all night
come up off that dough
sick of this song bout the money you spent
but what about the money I lent
Timbalands and the Sean John sweats
did you forget about the times I went half on your rent (no, no)
bailing you out of jail, making sure you don’t forget to go see your P.O.
piss test straight, made you stop smoking dro
but you home instrumental so you can work on your flow (oh ho)
I was your down ass bitch in the street, brawling niggas
I ain’t never even flip
you had wandering eyes
I ain’t never even trip
spent a couple dollars, now you popping fly at the lip
nigga, I taught you how the game go
LB pumps dummy you was thinking rainbow
quadruple the millions you was thinking lame though
permanent reminder, you ain’t dealing 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 give those girls no dough
Ms. Jade:
this goes out to my chicks that roll
put your doves up in the air if you feel me
get em all day get em all night
come up off that dough
na na na na
come on girl, I ain’t even tryna hear that
better off by myself, I know you hear that
all you wanna do is take my money and argue
stop playing, you’ll be calling me tomorrow
Ms. Jade:
you must be crazy, my bags is packed
minks in the back of the ‘lac, the hundreds are stacked
I don’t want no parts
got a lawyer like Mr. Cochran
money locked in, plus the streets watching
Timbaland:
what you going to do without a pimp like me
no pocket money, no rich wifey
now you mad at me, want to 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 copped, scoop your things
parked in my driveway by the end of the week
so nigga boop 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 give those girls no dough
Ms. Jade:
this goes out to my chicks that roll
put your doves up in the air if you feel me
get em all day get em all night
come up off that dough
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 give those girls no dough
Ms. Jade:
this goes out to my chicks that roll
put your doves up in the air if you feel me
get em all day get em all night
come up off that dough