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eve - ain't got no dough كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: 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, n-gga, actin’ like you need her
you run blocks with your henney on the rocks
you don’t think i see you wiling, thirsty n-gga want the c-ck, 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 rollie 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

[chorus: missy elliott]
ain’t got no dough (uh)
broke -ss n-ggas ain’t got cash flow (uh)
y’all know y’all can’t buy sh-t (uh)
see me in the club tryna impress this, heh
ain’t got no dough (uh)
broke -ss n-ggas ain’t got cash flow (uh)
y’all know y’all can’t buy sh-t (uh)
see me in the club tryna impress this, heh

[verse 2: eve]
yo, yo
you can say i’m blessed, i know
n-ggas like ’em flashy, drive a f50, uh
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-tches follow me
daddy l!cking 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-ssy cat run
’cause this b-tch 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-ssy p-wn stride
wishin’ you could touch me, l-st me
listen up, daddy, you ain’t ready for the bed
tryna to give it up

[verse 3: eve]
yo, yo
swizz got beats locked
every time i drop, sh-t’s hot
think not and it don’t stop
this b-tch top notch and y’all keep watching
play the back, baby, while your team keep flockin’
tryna to touch my -ss
you ain’t got the strength to mount this stallion, i p-ss
whilin’ 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, cutbacks, we don’t want that
frontin’ but you flaunt that
somethin’ whatcha want black
cheap stack, keep that
fake money, n-gga, fake thug, we don’t need that
what’s that all about?
i can see you from a mile runnin’ at the mouth
lies poppin’ out
claimin’ you’s a hustlin’ type of n-gga, cut it out
you’s an average type of cat
no money, no clout

[verse 4: missy]
when missy flow, i give y’all fever, yo
if your b-tch is ugly, you don’t need her
feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
yo, i let y’all b-tches see i’m off the meter, heater
me and eve give ya seizures
know i put your n-ggas down on their knees, uh, eat up
then we treat you like skeezers, yo, let me
let me take a quick breather (ah!)
yo, do y’all smell them trees, huh?
oh, do you hear them bangin’ swizz beats, huh?
oh, do you feel the rappin’ missy, huh?
well where you wanna roll with me, huh? me, huh?

[outro: missy elliott]
one-two misdemeanor
yeah, yeah, yeah
motherf-cker now, motherf-cker now what?
aight

- eve

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