You Didn’t Feel Me Then

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)