Ain't Got No Dough 作曲 : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers 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