Ain't Got No Dough
Album: Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Release Date: 9/14/99
Label: Interscope Records
Explicit version of "Ain't Got No Dough" lyrics
Yo
Bet I make you a believer
Fever
Cheater
Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'
I don't want none
Peep her
Look at you nigga
You run blocks with your Henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling
Let you lick for a minute 'fore I slide off
Get you mad
Stressing me
With your '96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
Hear me though
'Cause my time is like Presume
You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know
My time is priceless
Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know
See me in the club trying to impress this
Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know
See me in the club trying to impress this
Yo
You can say I'm blessed
Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50
Jets I go
Keep 'em leaning in the club
Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
Hear me
Daddy licking out your tongue
Wanna pile on me
Better stop that
Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
Bet I doubt that
Whatcha lookin' at?
Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it?
Know you pussy cat run
'Cause this b**** is gonna bite
I don't light the fire
Ride it ruff ride
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
Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
Tryna to give it up
Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know
See me in the club trying to impress this
Ain't got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know
See me in the club trying to impress this
Yo
Every time I drop
Think not and it don't stop
This b**** top notching
Ya'll 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
Whiling out I dash
You're 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
Frontin' but you flaunt that
Somethin' whatcha want
Cheap stack
Fake money nigga
We don't need that
I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
Lies poppin' out
Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga
You's an average type of cat
No money
When Missy flow I give y'all fever
You don't need her
Yo
Me and Eve give ya seizures
On their knees
Yo
Yo
Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats?
Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy?
Well where you wanna roll wit me? Me?
One-two
M*********** now what? Alright
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