| Song | Ain't Got No Dough - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Eve |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Let Me Blow Ya Mind |
| 作曲 : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers | |
| (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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| (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 | |
| Mutherf**ker now, mutherf**ker now what? | |
| Aiight |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers | |
| 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 911 | |
| 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 | |
| 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, gotee y' all blow, HYdro | |
| 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 | |
| Tryna 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 | |
| Y' all keep watching | |
| Play the back baby while your team keep flockin' | |
| Tryna 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 | |
| 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? | |
| Onetwo Misdemeanor | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Mutherf ker now, mutherf ker now what? | |
| Aiight |