Lyrics

Ay man before these bitches was trippin It was a task MF 2000 a whole different story Aye Spado, let these fuckin' hoes know [Verse 1: Spade] She used to be mine See me career on recline Now that dough low I ain't seen her ass in eons Walkin' around talkin' bout the Spade like a peon Took you to a 3-2-5 from a Neon Baby speed on See me wit all V on Yeah I heard bitch, you got your cheat on You played a good game But I got a good name And all the hoes love me in that thing with wood grain Ain't a damn thing changed Bitch I'm still a baller And my new boo appreciates when I call her I know you ain't mad I know you ain't sad, yeah I heard you pregnant But I know I ain't the dad Ya new man got a coupe But I know it ain't the Jag You heard about the vapors I know you got em bad Hey hoe, why you go that route? I had you coupin' Now rumors say your new man got you troopin' On the block sellin it from crack to hash Disrespect you Let a nigga smack yo ass Bitch I wouldn't think twice about hittin' yo ass You lookin' skinny Baby is you hittin' the glass? [Verse 2: Bumpie Johnson] Minkied out 10 karat pinkied up And the whore find suites wit a slinky slut Baby you had your chance but you chose to step See the top off the 'Vette Jewels cold as death Hittin' me up sayin' that you the best for me Is it because the other chick havin sex wit me? Used to think less of me Now you pressed for me Baby this money got you wantin' to get next to me Uh tell me what you want from Bumpie For a dubbie, buggy, jewels, truckie All these chicks love me Sayin' that you the one You got to prove to me All you doin' now baby is just losin' me Thinkin' diamonds and rubies Seduce me to use me Hate to hear me laid up Smuttin' in jacuzzis Bitch you a groupie Won't get none of my cash Find another man to stand behind your slimey ass [Chorus] Bitch you didn't feel me then But I know you feelin' me now Don't you think it's funny how Tables seem to turn around When a nigga didn't have no deal Didn't wanna keep it real Now that Figgas struck it rich All you bitches on our dick Bitch you didn't feel me then But I know you feelin' me now [Verse 3: ] Is the money why you wit me? Then just leave Only time you call me Is when you need It ain't that my money funny It's just me Yeah I like spendin' money Just for me What's the truth to you is a lie to me Bitch I don't ride wit you You ride wit me My man had you first You think you sly wit me Beepin' my man searchin' for me Sleep wit my man You'll be closer to me Everything you own you owe it to me I bought you a shop You chose to be dumb I still want my money All the heads that get done Your jaws ain't fucked up? All them heads that you've done Cum and all Just for some threads that you want You fresh out of luck bitch I'm sayin' that you done [Verse 4: Gillie Da Kidd] Yo, I met her at the clam bar Double parked in my mans car S-Type Jag She had the best type ass Conservative look, linen I had my lower Tims on And she was starin' at the Ro I had the gems on I must admit, I'm lovin' the waist Chanel outfit, glasses I'm lovin' the taste Grabbed her arm My other hand clutched the Phillie Said she heard about the Figgas And had love for Gillie I knew she was sweet Ordered food to eat Checked in 243, the Westin suite Cracked the door Bitch gave me her breast to eat Pushed me straight to the floor Start carressin' my feet Body like I never seen Small waist and all butt Type to have you fuckin' up Paid on 8th and Walnut I'm trippin' Before the Kid write a check I'd dance butt naked at the Vet You gotta respect She was married wit a hubbie So I woke up 4 AM and left the bitch at the telly (Chorus to end)