Eve

Eve - Ain't Got No Dough songtekst

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[featuring Missy Elliott]

 (Eve)
 Yo  yo  yo  yo  yo  yo  yo
 Bet I make you a believer
 Fever  what you catch when you see her
 Cheater  that mean you shut 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 lick 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
 Y'all know y'all can't buy shit
 See me in the club trying to impress this, eh

 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, eh

 (Eve)
 Yo, yo
 You can say I'm bless I know
 Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50
 Jets I go gold teeth y'all blow, H-Y glow
 Keep 'em leaning the club
 Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
 Many bitches follow me
 Daddy licking at 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?
 No you pussy cat gone
 Cause this bitch is gonna abide
 I don't light the 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 daddy you ain't ready for the bed
 Try-na to give it up

 (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, eh

 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, eh

 (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 ya'll 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
 You're that type of thug that's about their 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 up 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 the trees huh?
 Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats huh?
 Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy huh?
 Yo where y'all wanna roll with me huh? Me huh?
 One-two Misdemeanor
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Mutherfucker now, mutherfucker now what?
 Aight
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