Eve, Missy Elliott - Ain't Got No Dough lyrics

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 Henny on the rocks
You don't think I see you wildin'?
Thirsty nigga want the cock, uh
Let you live for a minute 'fore I slide off
Get you mad, holla, "No, Smokey, " ride off
Stressin' me, you ain't blessin' me
With your '96 Rollie glistenin', ain't
Impressin' me, hear me, though?
Want a job, need a resume, ready, though?
'Cause my time is like pressin' me
You got petty dough and I'm here to let you
Know my time is priceless
So if you iceless, baby girl gotta go, uh



Ain't got no dough (Uh)
Broke-ass niggas ain't got cash flow (Uh)
Y'all know y'all can't buy shit (Uh)
See me in the club, tryna impress this, huh?
Ain't got no dough (Uh)
Broke-ass niggas ain't got cash flow (Uh)
Y'all know y'all can't buy shit (Uh)
See me in the club, tryna impress this, huh?

You can say I'm blessed, I know
Niggas, like 'em flashy, drive an F-5 oh, mmm
Jets, I go OT, I blow H-Y-dro
Keep 'em leanin' in the club
Hoochies screamin', y'all don't know?
Hear me, bitches? Follow me
Daddy lickin' 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 what you 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 low
So this pussy pawn stride
Wishin' you could touch me, lust me
Listen up, daddy, you ain't ready
For the bed trauma, give it up

Ain't got no dough (Uh)
Broke-ass niggas ain't got cash flow (Uh)
Y'all know y'all can't buy shit (Uh)
See me in the club, tryna impress this, huh?
Ain't got no dough (Uh)
Broke-ass niggas ain't got cash flow (Uh)
Y'all know y'all can't buy shit (Uh)
See me in the club, tryna impress this, huh?

Swizz got beats locked
Every time I drop, shit 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'
Tryna touch my ass
You ain't got the strength
To mount this stallion, i pass
Wildin' out, I dash to the type of thug
That's 'bout they business
Pilin' 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', what you 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 runnin' 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 fevers, 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, hee hah
Me and Eve give y'all seizures
Know I put your niggas down on they knees
Huh? Eat up
Then we treat y'all like skeezers
Yo, let me, let me take a quick breather
Yo, do y'all smell them trees, huh?
Oh, do y'all hear them bangin' Swizz Beats
Huh?
Oh, do you feel the wrath of Missy, huh?
Well, then you wanna roll with me, huh? Me
Huh?

Uh, one, two (One, two)
Misdemeanor (Misdemeanor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh (Ruff Ryders) motherfucker, now what?
(Motherfucker, now what?) aight