Major Figgas - You Didn't Feel Me Then lyrics

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)