Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Got No Dough , by - Eve. Release date: 13.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |