Eve — Aint Got No Dough

[Intro: Eve] Yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Eve] 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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? [Verse 2: Eve] 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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? [Verse 3: Eve] 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 [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] 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? [Outro: Missy Elliott] Uh, one, two (One, two) Misdemeanor (Misdemeanor) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh (Ruff Ryders) Motherfucker, now what? (Motherfucker, now what?) Aight