Ms. Jade feat. Timbaland feat. Nelly Furtado Ching Ching
Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia Ran to y alls in the meters, nuttin but hate in between us Now you come poppin this shit, nigga I made you rich Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks Even though them kids ain t mine, let em call me mami I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow So what you sweatin me fo, I promoted them tours I was was poppin them fours, run
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