Eve Ft Missy

{Eve}

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Bet I make you a believer

Fever, what you catch when you see her

Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1

Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'

I don't want none

Peep her, two seater

Look at you nigga actin' like you need her

You run blocks with your henney on the rocks

You don't think I see you whiling, thirsty nigga want the cock,uh

Let you live for a minute 'fore I slide off

Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off

Stressing me, you ain't blessing me

With your 96 Rolley glistening and impressing me

Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though

'Cause my time is like Presume

You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know

My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go

{Missy}

Ain't got no dough

Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow

Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit

See me in the club tryna impress this, heh

Ain't got no dough

Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow

Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit

See me in the club tryna impress this, heh

{Eve}

Yo, yo

You can say I'm bless I know

Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50

Jets I go, go-tee ya'll blow, H-Y-Dro

Keep 'em leaning the club

Hoochies screaming ya'll don't know

Many bitches follow me

Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me

Wanna pile me, never put no smile on me

Better stop that

wanna see me beggin' for your chips

Bet I doubt that

Whatcha lookin' at huh?

Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it huh?

Know you pussy cat run

'Cause this bitch is gonna bite

I don't light fire

Grab it, choke, hold it down

Ride it Ruff Ryde

I can't give you what you need

OR give you what yu like

But the pay is kind of the low

So this pussy pawn stride

Wishin' you could touch me, lust me

Listen up Daddy you ain't ready for the bed

Tryna to give it up

{Missy}

Ain't got no dough

Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow

Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit

See me in the club tryna impress this, heh

AIn't got no dough

Broke ass iggas ain't got cash fow

Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit

See me in the club tryna impress this, heh

{Eve}

Yo, yo

Swizz got beats locked

Every time I drop shit's got

Think not and it dn't stop

This bitch top notch and

Ya'll keep watchin'

Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'

Tryna to touch my ass

You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass

Whiling out I dash

To that type of thug that's about they business

Piling out that cash

Long line of credit 'cause I like my thug to last

See they like it when I talk back

Douigh stack, cut backs, we don't want that

Frontin' but you flauint that

Somethin' whatcha want black

Cheapstack, keep that

Fake money nigga, fake thug

We don't need that

what's that all about

I can see you from a mile running at the mouth

Lies poppin' out

Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it out

You's an average type of cat

No money, no clout

{Missy}

When Missy flow i give ya'll fever, yo

If your bitch is ugly you don't need her

Feed her, to a wild pack o' cheetah's

Yo I let ya'll bitches see I'm off the meter, heater

Me and Eve give ya seisures

Know I put your niggas down on their knees uuh, eat up

Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me

Let me take a quick breather (Ahhh!)

Yo do ya'll smell them trees huh?

Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beat huh?

Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy huh?

Well where you wanna roll wit me huh? Me huh?

One-two Misdemeanor

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Motherfucker now, mother fucker now what?