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 ni**a actin like you need her
You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling thirsty ni**a want the cock uh
Let you lick 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 a** niggas ain't got cash flow
Yall know yall can't buy sh*t
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 Ill blow h-y-dro
Keep em leaning the club
Hoochies screaming yall don't know
Many b**ches 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 p**sy cat run
Cause this b***h 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 the low
So this p**sy 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 shits hot
Think not and it don't stop
This b***h top notch
And yall keep watching
Play the back baby while your team keep flockin
Try-na to touch my a**
You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion I pass
Whiling out I dash
You're that type of thug thats 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 ni**a fake thug
We don't need that
Whats that all about
I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
Lies poppin out
Claimin yous a hustlin type of ni**a cut it out
Yous an average type of cat
No money no clout
When missy flow I give yall fever yo
If your b***h is ugly you don't need her
Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
Yo I let yall b**ches 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 yall 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
Motherf**ker now m**********r now what
Aiight
