Ain`t Got No Dough — текст песни (Eve f Missy `Misdemeanor` 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 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 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, 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 y`all 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 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
Y`all 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
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 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
Mutherfucker now, mutherfucker now what?
Aiight



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