Ching Ching, Part 2 Ms. Jade (Ft. Timbaland)

[Intro: Timbaland]
Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching
Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching
Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching
Hey, hey, what about my ching, ch-ching, ch-ching

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
You got the game all wrong
Moving on the pain's all gone, oh
Get back to do it in the next telephone
Come up out that then bling bling in your neck lookin wrong, oh
Hair did every week
Shoes are bout five hundred dollars up on your feet, oh
Have you acting all extra
Give me this, give me that, talking real reckless
Like my name was Saint Nicholas
Santa Claus, ho ho ho, talking ridiculous
Girl you better go go go I'm getting sick of this
All you wanted was my doe I'm gettin bigger chips
Pass on singer you would never lift a finger
All you did was bop to my beats and tell me that was bangers
When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl
You was steady living in a material world oh

[Hook: Timbaland & Ms. Jade]
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 'em girls no doe
This goes out to my chicks that flow
Put ya dubs up in the air if you feel me
Get 'em all day, get 'em all night
Come up off that doe