Ay man before these b**hes was trippin
It was a task
MF 2000 a whole different story
Ay Spado, let these f**in hoes know
(Spade)
Uh she used to be mine
See me career on recline
Now that doe low
I ain't seen her a** 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 b**h 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 on wood frame
Ain't a damn thing changed
b**h 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
Your 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 n***a smack yo a**
b**h I wouldn't think twice about hittin yo a**
You lookin skinny
Baby is you hittin the gla**?
(Bumpie Johnson)
Minkied up
10 karat pinkied up
And the who*e find suites wit a slinky s*ut
Baby you had your chance but you chose to step
See the top off the 'vette
Jewels cold as d**h
Hittin me up sayin that you the best for me
Is it because the other chick havin s** 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, j**els, truckie
All these chicks love me
Sayin that you the one
You got to proove to me
All you doin now baby is just losein me
Thinkin diamonds and rubies
Seduce me to use me
Hate to hear me laid up
Smuttin in jacuzzis
b**h you a groupie
Won't get none of my cash
Find another man to stand behind your slimey a**
(Chorus)
b**h 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 n***a didn't have no deal
Didn't wanna keep it real
Now that Figgas struck it rich
All yall b**hes on our dick
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
Whats the truth to you is a lie to me
b**h 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 f**ed up?
All them heads that you done
Cum and all
Just for some threads that you want
You fresh out of luck b**h
I'm sayin that you done
(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 a**
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, gla**es
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
b**h 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 bu*t
Type to have you f**in up
Paid on 8th and Walnut
I'm trippin
Before the Kid write a check
I'd dance bu*t naked at the Vet
You gotta respect
She was married wit a hubbie
So I woke up 4 AM and left the b**h at the telly
(Chorus to end)