Eve - Ain't Got No Dough Lyrics
[eve]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoBet I make you a believerFever, what you catch when you see herCheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1Never eve stressin for your lovinI dont want nonePeep her, two seaterLook at you nigga actin like you need herYou run blocks with your henney on the rocksYou dont think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the *****, uhLet you lick for a minute fore I slide offGet you mad, holla no smokey ride offStressing me, you aint blessing meWith your 96 rolley glistening and impressing meHear me though, want a job need a resume, ready thoughCause my time is like presumeYou got petty dough and Im here to let you knowMy time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go1 - [missy]Aint got no doughBroke ass niggas aint got cash flowYall know yall cant buy shitSee me in the club trying to impress this, hehRepeat 1[eve]Yo, yoYou can say Im bless I knowNiggas like em flashy drive a f50Jets I go, go-tee Ill blow, h-y-droKeep em leaning the clubHoochies screaming yall dont knowMany *****es follow meDaddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow meWanna pile me, never put no smile on meBetter stop thatWanna see me beggin for your chipsBet I doubt thatWhatcha lookin at huh?Still speakin to me think you pushin it huh?Know you ***** cat runCause this ***** is gonna biteI dont light the fireGrab it, choke it, hold it downRide it ruff rydeI can give you what you needOr give you what you likeBut the pay is kind of the lowSo this ***** pawn strideWishin you could touch me, lust meListen up daddy you aint ready for the bedTry-na to give it upRepeat 1 (2x)[eve]Yo, yoSwizz got beats lockedEvery time I drop shits hotThink not and it dont stopThis ***** top notchAnd yall keep watchingPlay the back baby while your team keep flockinTry-na to touch my assYou aint got the strength to mount this stallion, I passWhiling out I dashYoure that type of thug thats about they businessPiling out that cashLong line of credit cause I like my thug to lastSee they like it when I talk backDough stack, cut backs, we dont want thatFrontin but you flaunt thatSomethin whatcha want blackCheap stack, keep thatFake money nigga, fake thugWe dont need thatWhats that all aboutI can see you from a mile running at the mouthLies poppin outClaimin yous a hustlin type of nigga, cut it outYous an average type of catNo money, no clout[missy]When missy flow I give yall fever, yoIf your ***** is ugly you dont need herFeed her to a wild pack of cheetasYo I let yall *****es see Im off the meter, heaterMe and eve give ya seizuresKnow I put your niggas down on their knees uhh, eat upThen we treat you like skeezers, yo let meLet me take a quick breather (ahhh!)Yo do yall 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 misdemeanorYeah, yeah, yeahMother*****er now, mother*****er now what?Aiight
