Ain't Got No Dough (Album Version|Edited)

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