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Ain't Got No Dough

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

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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