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MS. JADE lyrics - Girl Interrupted

Ching Ching

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(feat. Nelly Furtado, Timbaland) [Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado)] Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What 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 glass To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin' Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip If I been wit a chick, check me miss Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread And I say [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)] What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Ms. Jade] 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 poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga [Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado)] What about your ching ching ching What about your bling bling bling So what you spent up all your money today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Ms. Jade] Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls Since day one it was ours it never was yours Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you [Nelly Furtado] All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)] What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Outro x4] Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What about the money that I spent up today

Price Tag

MADDI JANE
Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And the truth comes second, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious Acting so damn mysterious Got your shades on your eyes And your heels so high That you can't even have a good time Everybody look to their left Everybody look to their right Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying with love tonight It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. We need to take it back in time, When music made us all unite And it wasn't low blows and video, Am I the only one getting tired Why is everybody so obsessed Money can't buy us happiness Can we all slow down and enjoy right now Guarantee we'll be feeling alright. Everybody look to their left Everybody look to their right Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying with love tonight It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. [x2]

Gotta Get

BIG BROVAZ "Nu Flow"
[Chorus x2] Gotta get a crib, gotta get a car, get a diamond ring When I'm steppin up all you see is bling bling Little miss thing is doing her thing If you're feeling what I'm feeling let me hear you sing Let me tell you bout something You only get respect when you got your own things And right now it's all about the bling bling Don't rely on no man for nothing Coz if you do then you'll end up with nothing But for me you might say I'm too blunt I'm type of girl that gets what I want I don't really care about what you want If you ain't got the cash then don't front Gotta get a crib, gotta get a car, get a diamond ring When I step in the club all you see is bling bling Little miss thing is doing her thing If you're feeling what I'm feeling let me hear you sing Rise If you want t bling bling you gotta have chi-ching Chain the chops the watch the ring if you want the bling bling You gotta have chi ching Car the house with pools to swim If you want the hot whip - you gotta have chi ching BMX5 with the 20inch rims If you want the new lick you gotta have, you gotta have chi ching Money if you want anything To all the ladies in the spot, looking hot Shaking everything they got yo! We got the dance floor locked And al the fella's living large, buying bottles at the bar - hey Live it up yo this is for ya'll And all the girls form the block bout to make my eyes pop - oh You don't know what kinda shape you got It's like all the girls in the club tonight Got their hair and nails done and their monies still right - yo [Chorus x2] Gotta get a crib, gotta get a car, get a diamond ring When I step in the club all you see is bling bling Little miss thing is doing her thing If you're feeling what I'm feeling let me hear you sing Lady's uh, only the best will do If that man broke tell him don't mess with you If he's got doe keep him right next to you V.I.P up in the club forget the que It's best if you make him invest in you Don't be in a rush to make it sexual Make him buy you carrots, like vegetables Then you can laugh with your friends standing next to you [Bridge] I can take good care of myself When I want things, the car, the clothes, the jewels, the doe I work hard to make sure that I have the finest things I wont settle for no less no If you want t bling bling you gotta have chi-ching Chain the chops the watch the ring if you want the bling bling You gotta have chi ching Car the house with pools to swim If you want the hot whip - you gotta have chi ching BMX5 with the 20inch rims If you want the new lick you gotta have, you gotta have chi ching Money if you want anything

Today's Message

JIMMY BUFFETT "Feeding Frenzy"
Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song. Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we? But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past. Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck? Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah. And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions. First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you! So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view.

Jesus Was A Terrorist

DEAD KENNEDYS
Jesus was a terrorist Enemy of the state That's what the Romans labeled him So he was put to death He died for his beliefs What's changed today? Today bible-thumping cannibals Reap money from his name Buy cable networks & power With old ladies' checks If Jesus saw Pat Robertson What do you think he'd say? Tax free the re-write our laws And sick 'em on you Women don't control their bodies TV preachers do Censor everything from bathing suits To science books From the schoolroom to the bedroom They want our thoughts - or else They treat us like the Romans Used to treat the Christians Even some church-going folks are scared. Modern catacombs of fear Built with money, power, and threats Rock 'n Roll is labeled porn Sell a record, you're under arrest Instead of fighting AIDS They try to stop us having sex They brag that they won't quit Till they take dominion over our lives Is freedom of speech such a terrorist act Is spiritual peace such a satanic threat Believe what you want But we'll fight to keep Our heads from being cemented in your sand

The Money Song

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT
If I should ever run into a lot of money Tell me would I move to New York City? If I had an apartment with a view of that city, Tell me would I see the stars above me? If I had a room at the top of the Waldorf Astoria Tell me would I still love ya? If I was blinded by, The sun through French windows Would I watch your pose before them? The Queen strolls down her hall Missing the Rubens Her shoes sound soft on the long rug from Yemen She is plainly dressed excluding the diamond ring Brought back from a long trip to Thailand And rumor has it that she would rather be a farmer Elizabeth would you toss off the tiara? No more ____ No more Kentucky Derby Now, mutts instead of Corgis My love Since I'll never have the chance to become the king of country And common wealth My love If your heart was made of gold Would I pluck it out And melt it down And be an American And weld a crown? A song like this today can sound pretty silly The timings off The set it set in simplicity Today I'm nice And today I'm not very wealthy Don't underestimate money My love My love My love

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