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Ain't got no dough Lyrics

Ain't got no dough by Eve  

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Ain't got no dough Ain't Got No Dough 
(ft. Missy Elliot)

[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? 
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