[{"id":33399404,"name":"Ms. Jade, Nelly Furtado / Ching Ching","trackName":"Ms. Jade, Nelly Furtado / Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tim took you from ghetto to class\nA HU thats vast\nTo Fendis the bags\nFor holding your cash\nPeople was seeing your past\nLike right through the drapes\nI brought you to private\nHouse with the gates\nThinking that stuff made me fake\nJust whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass\nSame cat on your Jag\nWhy you keeping them tabs\nAnd calling me for\nIt cost every minute\nAnd you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed\nAlthough I forget\nSometimes while hitting it\nDifferent names would slip\nIf I been with a chick\nCheck the mix\nYour complexion switch\nHoney you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this\nTill you back in that Jetta\nNo iceberg you own\nIts Angelica sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-bone\nYou ain't properly fed\nBut tonight its pepper\nNo cheese on the bread\n[Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\nAnd I say\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spend up today\n(What about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling\nBling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today)\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spend up today\n(What about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling\nBling bling\nWhat about his money that he spent up today)\n\nBoy you act like I need ya\nCame down with amnesia\nRan the yards and the meters\nNothing but hate in between us\nNow you come popping that lip\nDummy I made you rich\nIntroduced you to chips\nFlipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine\nLet 'em call me mommy\nI deserve them diamonds\nTripped to Bahamas and hummer riding\nI washed your clothes\nPut up with your whore\nNever messed up your dough\nPut the G in your glow\nSo what you sweating me for\nI promoted them tours\nI was popping them fours\nRunnin in and out of them stores\nI cleaned up your spot\nPoured you Brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks\nEven lied to the cops\nPlayed your wife and your mother\nCousin sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover\nI'm through dealing with suckas\nShuttin and locking the door\nBout to settle the score\nYou wasting my time boy\nBut what about mine boy\n[Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\n(What about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling\nBling bling\nWhat about his money that he spent up today)\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\n(What about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling\nBling bling\nWhat about his money that he spent up today)\n\nBoy money ain't everything\nMarried minus the ring\nFrequent quotes, mink coats\nCruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more\nCame at by all your boys\nSince day one it was ours\nIt never was yours\nUh, look at the bigger picture\nStudy the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke fronting\nCause now you richer\nNo fronting in that there\nMiss J is everywhere\nEnough talking I'm through\nMy lawyer will be calling you\n[Bridge: (Missy Elliott)\nAll this money, pennies, pennies\nOn me everyday\nI wanna tell him its not right\nBut he tells me to go away\nAnd I wish he'd only give me a chance\nTo show him that I'm right\nI'm gonna be that independent girl all up in his life\nYeah yeah yeah\n[Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spend up today\n(What about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling\nBling bling\nWhat about his money that he spent up today)\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spend up today\n(What about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling\nBling bling\nWhat about his money that he spent up today)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ms. Jade, Nelly Furtado / Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class\n  A HU thats vast\n  To Fendis the bags\n  For holding your cash\n  People was seeing your past\n  Like right through the drapes\n  I brought you to private\n  House with the gates\n  Thinking that stuff made me fake\n  Just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass\n  Same cat on your Jag\n  Why you keeping them tabs\n  And calling me for\n  It cost every minute\n  And you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed\n  Although I forget\n  Sometimes while hitting it\n  Different names would slip\n  If I been with a chick\n  Check the mix\n  Your complexion switch\n  Honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this\n  Till you back in that Jetta\n  No iceberg you own\n  Its Angelica sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-bone\n  You ain't properly fed\n  But tonight its pepper\n  No cheese on the bread\n  [Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\n  And I say\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spend up today\n  (What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling\n  Bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today)\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spend up today\n  (What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling\n  Bling bling\n  What about his money that he spent up today)\n\n  Boy you act like I need ya\n  Came down with amnesia\n  Ran the yards and the meters\n  Nothing but hate in between us\n  Now you come popping that lip\n  Dummy I made you rich\n  Introduced you to chips\n  Flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine\n  Let 'em call me mommy\n  I deserve them diamonds\n  Tripped to Bahamas and hummer riding\n  I washed your clothes\n  Put up with your whore\n  Never messed up your dough\n  Put the G in your glow\n  So what you sweating me for\n  I promoted them tours\n  I was popping them fours\n  Runnin in and out of them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot\n  Poured you Brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks\n  Even lied to the cops\n  Played your wife and your mother\n  Cousin sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover\n  I'm through dealing with suckas\n  Shuttin and locking the door\n  Bout to settle the score\n  You wasting my time boy\n  But what about mine boy\n  [Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  (What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling\n  Bling bling\n  What about his money that he spent up today)\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  (What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling\n  Bling bling\n  What about his money that he spent up today)\n\n  Boy money ain't everything\n  Married minus the ring\n  Frequent quotes, mink coats\n  Cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more\n  Came at by all your boys\n  Since day one it was ours\n  It never was yours\n  Uh, look at the bigger picture\n  Study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke fronting\n  Cause now you richer\n  No fronting in that there\n  Miss J is everywhere\n  Enough talking I'm through\n  My lawyer will be calling you\n  [Bridge: (Missy Elliott)\n  All this money, pennies, pennies\n  On me everyday\n  I wanna tell him its not right\n  But he tells me to go away\n  And I wish he'd only give me a chance\n  To show him that I'm right\n  I'm gonna be that independent girl all up in his life\n  Yeah yeah yeah\n  [Chorus: Timbaland & (Missy Elliott)\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spend up today\n  (What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling\n  Bling bling\n  What about his money that he spent up today)\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spend up today\n  (What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling\n  Bling bling\n  What about his money that he spent up today)\n"},{"id":6544801,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\n\n(Timbaland)\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n(Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n(Nelly Furtado)\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Outro x4)\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n\n  (Timbaland)\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n  (Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  (Nelly Furtado)\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Outro x4)\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":18749704,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":274.842312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\n\n(Timbaland)\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n(Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n(Nelly Furtado)\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Outro x4)\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 274842\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n\n  (Timbaland)\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n  (Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  (Nelly Furtado)\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Outro x4)\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":13461162,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms Jade","albumName":"I Am Woman","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\n\n(Timbaland)\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n(Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n(Nelly Furtado)\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Outro x4)\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms Jade\n  album: I Am Woman\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n\n  (Timbaland)\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n  (Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  (Nelly Furtado)\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Outro x4)\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":23581305,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Nelly Furtado]\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today [Repeat: x 4]\n[Timbaland]\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Ms. Jade]\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to why'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Ms. Jade]\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' 'cause now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n[Nelly Furtado]\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI want to tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Outro: x 4]\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Nelly Furtado]\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today [Repeat: x 4]\n  [Timbaland]\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Ms. Jade]\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to why'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Ms. Jade]\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cause now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n  [Nelly Furtado]\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I want to tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Outro: x 4]\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":33833263,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Femei de zece","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\n\n(Timbaland)\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n(Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Ms. Jade)\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n(Nelly Furtado)\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n(Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n\n(Outro x4)\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Femei de zece\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado))\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n\n  (Timbaland)\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n\n  (Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Ms. Jade)\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  (Nelly Furtado)\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  (Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado))\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n\n  (Outro x4)\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":38464406,"name":"Ching Ching, Part Two","trackName":"Ching Ching, Part Two","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\nHey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\nHey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\nHey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n\nYou got the game all wrong\nMoving on the pain's all gone, oh\nGet back to do it in the next telephone\nCome up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh\nHair did every week\nShoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh\nHave you acting all extra\nGive me this, give me that, talking real reckless\nLike my name was Saint Nicholas\nSanta Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous\nGirl you better go go go I'm getting sick of this\nAll you wanted was my doe I'm gettin bigger chips\nPass on singer you would never lift a finger\nAll you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was?\nWhen did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl\nYou was steady living in a material world oh\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe\n\nSick of this song bout the money you spent\nBoo what about the money I leant\nTimberlands and the Sean John?\nYou forget about the times I went half on your rent, no\nBailing you out of jail\nMakin sure you don't forget to go and see your P-O\nPiss test straight made you stop smokin dro\nBut you home as your? so you could work on your flow, ho\nI was your down ass bitch in the street\nBrawling niggas I ain't never even flip\nYou had wondering eyes I ain't never even trip\nSpent a couple dollars\nNow you poppin fly at the lip\nNigga I taught you how the game go\nL-B puffs dummy you was stinkin rainbow\nQuadripled a million you was thinkin lame doe\nPermanent reminder you ain't dealin with no lame ho\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe\n\nCome on girl I ain't even tryna hear that\nBetter off by myself I know you hear that\nAll you wanna do is takin my money and argue\nStop playin you be callin me tomorrow\n\nYou must be crazy my bags is packed\nMinks in the back of the 'lac, a hundreds is stacked\nI don't want no parts\nGot a lawyer like Mr.?\nMoney locked in, plus the streets watchin\n\nWhat you gon' do without a pimp like me\nNo pocket money, no rich wifee\nNow ya mad at me wanna cause me pain\nIt ain't worked out now you tryna take my change\n\nBout to take everything not just your change\nThat new ring you just got scoop your things\nParked in my driveway by the end of the week\nSo nigga, leave a message at the sound of the beep\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:03.82] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:08.32] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:13.85] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:19.22] You got the game all wrong\n[00:21.06] Moving on the pain's all gone, oh\n[00:22.80] Get back to do it in the next telephone\n[00:24.69] Come up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh\n[00:28.25] Hair did every week\n[00:29.18] Shoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh\n[00:32.79] Have you acting all extra\n[00:34.55] Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless\n[00:37.24] Like my name was Saint Nicholas\n[00:39.14] Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous\n[00:40.95] Girl you better go 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Interrupted","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about his ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about his bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about his money that I spent up today?\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about his ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about his bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about his money that I spent up today?\n\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\nPlayed your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\n\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\n\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\n\nUh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\n  Played your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n\n  Uh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n"},{"id":692779,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade feat. 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Nelly Furtado\n  album: Girl Interrupted (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\n  Played your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n\n  Uh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n"},{"id":23767068,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade feat. 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Nelly Furtado\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\n  Played your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n\n  Uh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n"},{"id":37910508,"name":"Ching Ching","trackName":"Ching Ching","artistName":"Ms. Jade feat. Nelly Furtado","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nBa da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\nBa da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about his ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about his bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about his money that I spent up today?\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about his ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about his bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about his money that I spent up today?\n\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\nPlayed your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\n\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\nWhat about your ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about your bling, bling, bling?\nSo what you spent up all your money today?\n\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\n\nUh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\n\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?\nWhat about my ching, ching, ching?\nWhat about my bling, bling, bling?\nWhat about the money that I spent up today?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching\n  artist: Ms. Jade feat. Nelly Furtado\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching\n  Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour\n\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it, different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about his ching, ching, ching?\n  What about his bling, bling, bling?\n  What about his money that I spent up today?\n\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n\n  Played your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n  What about your ching, ching, ching?\n  What about your bling, bling, bling?\n  So what you spent up all your money today?\n\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n\n  Uh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n  What about my ching, ching, ching?\n  What about my bling, bling, bling?\n  What about the money that I spent up today?\n"},{"id":24034118,"name":"Ching Ching (Album Version Edited)","trackName":"Ching Ching (Album Version Edited)","artistName":"Ms. Jade","albumName":"Girl Interrupted","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Nelly Furtado]\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today [Repeat: x 4]\n[Timbaland]\nTim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\nTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\nPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\nI brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\nThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\nCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\nWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\nIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\nAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\nSometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip\nIf I been wit a chick, check me miss\nYour complexion switched, honey you been on trips\nBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\nNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\nIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\nHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\nAnd I say\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Ms. Jade]\nBoy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\nRan to why'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\nNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\nIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\nEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\nI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\nI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\nNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\nSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\nI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\nI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\nRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\nPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\nAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\nShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\nYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about your ching ching ching\nWhat about your bling bling bling\nSo what you spent up all your money today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Ms. Jade]\nBoy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\nFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\nI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\nSince day one it was ours it never was yours\nUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\nHeld your back when you was broke frontin' 'cause now you richer\nNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\nEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n[Nelly Furtado]\nAll this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\nI want to tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\nWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\nI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n[Hook: x 2]\nWhat about my ching ching ching\nWhat about my bling bling bling\nWhat about the money that I spent up today\nWhat about his ching ching ching\nWhat about his bling bling bling\nWhat about his money that I spent up today\n[Outro: x 4]\nBa da ba ba ching ching ching\nBa da ba ba ba ching ching\nWhat about the money that I spent up today","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ching Ching (Album Version Edited)\n  artist: Ms. Jade\n  album: Girl Interrupted\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Nelly Furtado]\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today [Repeat: x 4]\n  [Timbaland]\n  Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass\n  To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash\n  People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes\n  I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates\n  Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast\n  Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag\n  Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for\n  It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour\n  And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'\n  Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip\n  If I been wit a chick, check me miss\n  Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips\n  But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta\n  No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters\n  If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed\n  Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread\n  And I say\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Ms. Jade]\n  Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia\n  Ran to why'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us\n  Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich\n  Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks\n  Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami\n  I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten\n  I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes\n  Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow\n  So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours\n  I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores\n  I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch\n  Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops\n  Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother\n  Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers\n  Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score\n  You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about your ching ching ching\n  What about your bling bling bling\n  So what you spent up all your money today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Ms. Jade]\n  Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring\n  Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats\n  I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls\n  Since day one it was ours it never was yours\n  Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture\n  Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cause now you richer\n  No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere\n  Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you\n  [Nelly Furtado]\n  All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything\n  I want to tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby\n  Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive\n  I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  [Hook: x 2]\n  What about my ching ching ching\n  What about my bling bling bling\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n  What about his ching ching ching\n  What about his bling bling bling\n  What about his money that I spent up today\n  [Outro: x 4]\n  Ba da ba ba ching ching ching\n  Ba da ba ba ba ching ching\n  What about the money that I spent up today\n"},{"id":33952784,"name":"Ching Ching feat. 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so you could work on your flow, ho\nI was your down ass bitch in the street\nBrawling niggas I ain't never even flip\nYou had wondering eyes I ain't never even trip\nSpent a couple dollars\nNow you poppin fly at the lip\nNigga I taught you how the game go\nL-B puffs dummy you was stinkin rainbow\nQuadripled a million you was thinkin lame doe\nPermanent reminder you ain't dealin with no lame ho\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe\n\nCome on girl I ain't even tryna hear that\nBetter off by myself I know you hear that\nAll you wanna do is takin my money and argue\nStop playin you be callin me tomorrow\n\nYou must be crazy my bags is packed\nMinks in the back of the 'lac, a hundreds is stacked\nI don't want no parts\nGot a lawyer like Mr.?\nMoney locked in, plus the streets watchin\n\nWhat you gon' do without a pimp like me\nNo pocket money, no rich wifee\nNow ya mad at me wanna cause me pain\nIt ain't worked out now you tryna take my change\n\nBout to take everything not just your change\nThat new ring you just got scoop your things\nParked in my driveway by the end of the week\nSo nigga, leave a message at the sound of the beep\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe\n\nThis goes out to my ballin crew\nThrow your hands up in the air if you feel me\nLove 'em all day, love 'em all night\nDon't get 'em girls roll doe\n\nThis goes out to my chicks that flow\nPut ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\nGet 'em all day, get 'em all night\nCome up off that doe","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:03.82] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:08.32] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:13.85] Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching\n[00:19.22] You got the game all wrong\n[00:21.06] Moving on the pain's all gone, oh\n[00:22.80] Get back to do it in the next telephone\n[00:24.69] Come up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh\n[00:28.25] Hair did every week\n[00:29.18] Shoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh\n[00:32.79] Have you acting all extra\n[00:34.55] Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless\n[00:37.24] Like my name was Saint Nicholas\n[00:39.14] Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous\n[00:40.95] Girl you better go go go I'm getting sick of this\n[00:43.64] All you wanted was my doe I'm gettin bigger chips\n[00:46.38] Pass on singer you would never lift a finger\n[00:48.14] All you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was?\n[00:50.81] When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl\n[00:52.67] You was steady living in a material world oh\n[00:54.42] This goes out to my ballin crew\n[00:57.12] Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me\n[00:59.94] Love 'em all day, love 'em all night\n[01:01.76] Don't get 'em girls roll doe\n[01:04.47] This goes out to my chicks that flow\n[01:06.29] Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\n[01:08.98] Get 'em all day, get 'em all night\n[01:10.73] Come up off that doe\n[01:13.43] Sick of this song bout the money you spent\n[01:16.18] Boo what about the money I leant\n[01:17.98] Timberlands and the Sean John?\n[01:19.70] You forget about the times I went half on your rent, no\n[01:23.40] Bailing you out of jail\n[01:25.26] Makin sure you don't forget to go and see your P-O\n[01:27.03] Piss test straight made you stop smokin dro\n[01:29.76] But you home as your? 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Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless\n  Like my name was Saint Nicholas\n  Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous\n  Girl you better go go go I'm getting sick of this\n  All you wanted was my doe I'm gettin bigger chips\n  Pass on singer you would never lift a finger\n  All you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was?\n  When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl\n  You was steady living in a material world oh\n\n  This goes out to my ballin crew\n  Throw your hands up in the air if you feel me\n  Love 'em all day, love 'em all night\n  Don't get 'em girls roll doe\n\n  This goes out to my chicks that flow\n  Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me\n  Get 'em all day, get 'em all night\n  Come up off that doe\n\n  Sick of this song bout the money you spent\n  Boo what about the money I leant\n  Timberlands and the Sean John?\n  You forget about the times I went half on your rent, no\n  Bailing you out of jail\n  Makin sure you don't forget to go and see 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