Bread & Butter (feat. Grand Puba & Sadat X)

Darling

You know, you give a man a reason for living

Not to mention, you take my paycheck

Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you

You know, because of the things that I feel so proud about

The things that you do

You know, like, runnin' my car into the telephone poles

But I still like you, baby, I didn't get mad, did I?

You remember, remember when

When I told you take my clothes to the cleaners

And on the way out, my very best pinstripe caught a nail

I didn't get mad, I was proud because you thought

Enough of your man to be in such a hurry

It made me feel grand, yes, it did

I need you, I just need you

You know I was your bread, your butter

And I ain't talkin' 'bout that bread I fucked up on you

'Cause in my head, man, I swore I lucked up

Countin' all the butter I spreaded on you, so true

Now, why would I play you, bitch? I made you

I'm not talkin' 'bout the things that I gave you

Clothes with the labels

I brought you 'round Hov and the labels

Spring water while holdin' your age, fool

And I ain't tryin' degrade you

But you's a lost little girl in your world, boy, I saved you

Your Pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you

From squatter to Bentley whippin'

Ain't have to watch cribs to see how I was livin'

Me, so blinded, I ain't see the Robin Given's in you

Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you

Tried to off Beans like Rothstein, go figure

You take my dough, spend with the next ****

You crazy, bitch?

And this was the one I trusted

Who would ever think she would spread like mustard, bitch?

I was your bread & butter

You shoulda tucked that bread & butter

Know what, this shit funny to me

It ain't nothin' but money to me

You lookin' homely to me

I was your bread & butter

Bitch, you shoulda tucked that bread & butter

You got the whole town laughin' at me, silly he

Silly as he, got me feelin' silly like Denise

Like, oh, what could it be in you I see?

In this young P-Y-T, she got me L-O-V-E T-K-O

Like Teddy P, whatever she says goes

But I'm ready to turn off the lights, close the door

All my pretty young mi amor, now peep game with 'em

Me, I, more

Give me that

E thy or

N, Beanie Mac don't play that crap with these scores

She want me missin' her in my room, like the O'Jay's homes

But I'm more into my zone like O.J. Jones

Beano Brown, cancel this bitch, I'll  buy another one

This my world, you little squirrel, tryna get a nut, bitch

Do you what, bitch? You lil' smut bitch

Got your name ringin', spreadin' like mustard

And I suppose to trust it after he touched it?

I told that ass, slow down, like Puba

Now your days are gray like a four pound Ruga

Bread & butter, you see, I was your bread & butter

Slay, baby, your hips is gettin' big

Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your width

'Cause I was your bread & butter

You shoulda tucked that bread & butter

I'm so proud of you, yeah

I gotta say it loud, oh yes, I do, yeah

When you do what cha do, how do you do what cha do?

Oh, shame on you, I need you

Now, you know I was your bread & butter

You had a shot to be my baby mother

I ain't no sorry, I ain't Ruben Studdard

I can't apologize, it's multiplatinum time

Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to your mom's, cryin'

So don't cry, baby, dry your eyes

You try to get all breezy like you super sized fries though

Pack your shit, leave the whip

It's been nice, but listen, ma, I gotta defrost your ice, that's right

I told that ass, slow down, like Puba

Now your days are gray like a four pound Ruga

Bread & butter, you see, I was your bread & butter

Slay, baby, your hips is gettin' big

Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your width

'Cause I was your bread & butter

You shoulda tucked that bread & butter