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Eve (rapper)( Eve Jihan Jeffers )
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Ain't Got No Dough
Lyricist:Kasseem Dean, Missy Elliot, Eve Jeffers
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 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 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, baby girl gotta go
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
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
Yo, yo You can say I'm blessed, I know Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50 Jets I go, go-tee I'll blow, H Y dro Keep 'em leaning in the club Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
Hear me, bitches follow me Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me Wanna pile on me, never put no smile on me Better stop that Wanna see me beggin' for your chips Bet I doubt that
Whatcha lookin' at? Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it? 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 ride
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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
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
Yo, yo, Swizz got beats locked Every time I drop, shit's hot Think not and it don't stop This bitch top notching Ya'll keep watching Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'
Tryna 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
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 cheetahs 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, eat up, then we treat you like skeezers Yo, let me, let me take a quick breather
Yo, do y'all smell them trees? Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats? Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy? Well where you wanna roll wit me? Me? One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucker now what? Alright
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