Ain't Got No Dough feat. Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott

歌詞

(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 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 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 I'll 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 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 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 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 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 Motherfucker now, motherfucker now what? Aiight