Ain't Got No Dough Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - 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 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 

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 

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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 

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 

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 

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