Ching Ching Ching

[Intro x4: Nelly Furtado]what about my ching ching chingwhat about my ching chingWhat about the money that I spent up today[Hook goes on in background of song][Timbaland]Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glassTo Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cashPeople was seein' you pass, like right through the drapesI brought you the private, ounce wit the gatesThinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fastCougars roll in the grass, same cat on your JagWhy your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me forIt cost every minute, and you know I'm on tourAnd I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slipIf I been wit a chick, check me missYour complexion switched, honey you been on tripsBut you don't appreciate this, till your back in the JettaNo iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweatersIf the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fedHun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the breadAnd I say[Hook x2: Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]What about my ching ching chingWhat about my bling bling blingWhat about the money that I spent up todayWhat about his ching ching chingWhat about his bling bling blingWhat about his money that I spent up today[Ms. Jade]Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesiaRan to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between usNow you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you richIntroduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricksEven though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mamiI deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rottenI washed your clothes, put up wit your hoesNever fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glowSo what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them toursI was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them storesI cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotchRazor blades to the rocks, even lied to the copsPlayed your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brotherAccountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckersShuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the scoreYou wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga[Hook x2: Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado]What about your ching ching chingWhat about your bling bling blingSo what you spent up all your money todayWhat about his ching ching chingWhat about his bling bling blingWhat about his money that I spent up today[Ms. Jade]Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ringFrequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boatsI gave you way more, can't there bout all your bullsSince day one it was ours it never was yoursUh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scriptureHeld your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richerNo frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhereEnough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you[Nelly Furtado]All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everythingI wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, babyWish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm aliveI'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his lifeYeah, yeah, yeah[Hook x2: Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]What about my ching ching chingWhat about my bling bling blingWhat about the money that I spent up todayWhat about his ching ching chingWhat about his bling bling blingWhat about his money that I spent up today[Outro x4]What about my ching ching chingWhat about my ching chingWhat about the money that I spent up today