Eve - Ain't Got No Dough (Featuring Missy Elliot) lyrics

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 911 Never Eve stressin' for your lovin' I don't want none Peep her, two seater Look at you n***a actin' like you need her You run blocks with your Henney on the rocks You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty n***a want the co*k, 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, baby girl gotta go Ain't got no dough Broke a** n***as ain't got cash flow Y'all know, y'all can't buy sh** See me in the club trying to impress this, heh Ain't got no dough Broke a** n***as ain't got cash flow Y'all know, y'all can't buy sh** See me in the club trying to impress this, heh Yo, yo, you can say I'm bless I know n***as 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 b**hes 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 p**y cat run Cause this b**h 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 p**y pawn stride Wishin' you could touch me, lust me Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed Tryna to give it up Ain't got no dough Broke a** n***as ain't got cash flow Y'all know, y'all can't buy sh** See me in the club trying to impress this, heh Ain't got no dough Broke a** n***as ain't got cash flow Y'all know, y'all can't buy sh** See me in the club trying to impress this, heh Yo, yo, Swizz got beats locked Every time I drop sh**'s hot think not and it don't stop This b**h top notch and, y'all keep watching Play the back baby while your team keep flockin' Try-na to touch my a** You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pa** 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 n***a, 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 n***a, cut it out You's an average type of cat No money, no clout When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo If your b**h is ugly you don't need her Feed her to a wild pack of cheetahs Yo I let y'all b**hes see I'm off the meter, heater Me and Eve give ya seizures Know I put your n***as down on their knees uhh, eat up Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me Let me, let me take a quick breather Yo do y'all smell them trees huh? Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats huh? Oh, do you feel the rappin' Missy huh? Oh, do you wanna roll wit me huh? me huh? One-two Misdemeanor Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherf**er now, motherf**er now what? Aight