Ain't Got No Dough (feat. Eve)

[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 wiling, 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

[1] - [missy]

Ain't got no dough

Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow

Y'all know y'all can't buy shit

See me in the club trying to impress this, heh

[repeat 1]

[eve]

Yo, yo

You can say i'm bless i know

Niggas like 'em flashy drive a f50

Jets i go, go-tee y'all blow, h-y-dro

Keep 'em leaning the club

Hoochies screaming y'all 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 it, hold it down

Ride it ruff ryde

I can give you what you need

Or give you what you 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

Try-na to give it up

[repeat 1 (2x)]

[eve]

Yo, yo

Swizz got beats locked

Every time i drop shit's hot

Think not and it don't stop

This bitch top notch and

Y'all keep watching

Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'

Try-na 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

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

Frontin' but you flaunt that

Somethin' whatcha want black

Cheap stack, 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 y'all fever, yo

If your bitch is ugly you don't need her

Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas

Yo i let y'all bitches see i'm off the meter, heater

Me and eve give ya seizures

Know i put your niggas down on their knees uhh, eat up

Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me

Let me take a quick breather (ahhh!)

Yo do y'all smell them trees huh?

Do you hear them bangin' swizz beats 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

Mutherfucker now, mutherfucker now what?

Aiight