ฟังเพลงChing Ching, Part Two (Album Version|Edited)

Ching Ching, Pt. 2 - Ms.Jade

Hey hey what about my ching chching chching

Chching

Hey hey what about my ching chching chching

Hey hey what about my ching chching chching

Hey hey what about my ching chching chching

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

When did you act like a wife of Betty and my girl

You was steady living in a material world oh

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 get 'em girls roll 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

Sick of this song 'bout the money you spent

Boo what about the money I leant

Timberlands and the Sean John

You forget about the times I went half on your rent no

Bailing you out of jail

Makin sure you don't forget to go

And see your P O

Piss test straight made you stop smokin' dro

But you home as your so

You could work on your flow ho

I was your down a** b**ch in the street

Brawling n**gas I ain't never even flip

You had wondering eyes I ain't never even trip

Spent a couple dollars

Now you poppin' fly at the lip

N**ga I taught you how the game go

L B puffs dummy you was stinkin' rainbow

Quadripled a million you was thinkin' lame doe

Permanent reminder you ain't dealin' with no lame ho

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 get 'em girls roll 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

Nananana

Come on girl I ain't even tryna hear that

Better off by myself I know you hear that

All you wanna do is takin' my money and argue

Stop playin' you be callin' me tomorrow

You must be crazy my bags is packed

Minks in the back of the 'lac a hundreds is stacked

I don't want no parts

Got a lawyer like Mr

Money locked in plus the streets watchin'

What you gon' do without a pimp like me

No pocket money no rich wifee

Now ya mad at me wanna 'cause me pain

It ain't worked out now you tryna take my change

'Bout to take everything not just your change

That new ring you just got scoop your things

Parked in my driveway by the end of the week

So n**ga leave a message at the sound of the beep

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 get 'em girls roll 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 this night

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 get 'em girls roll 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

Of night