Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I you a believer
Fever, you catch when you see her
Cheater, that be you your beeper 911
Never Eve stressin' for your
I don't none

her, two seater
Look at you nigga, actin' like you her
You run blocks with your on the rocks
You think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock
Let you lick for a minute I slide off
Get you mad, no smokey ride off

me, you ain't blessing me
With your '96 Rolley and impressing me
Hear me though, want a job need a resume, though
'Cause my time is like
You got petty and I'm here to let you know
My time is priceless, so if you iceless, baby gotta go

Ain't got no
Broke ass niggas got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy
See me in the club trying to this

Ain't got no
Broke ass ain't got cash flow
know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to this

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
like 'em flashy drive a F50
Jets I go, go-tee blow, H Y dro
'em leaning in the club
Hoochies screaming don't know

Hear me, follow me
Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna me
Wanna pile on me, never put no on me
stop that
Wanna see me beggin' for chips
Bet I doubt

lookin' at?
Still to me think you pushin' it?
you pussy cat run
'Cause this bitch is gonna
I don't the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it down
Ride it ride

I can give you what you need or give you what you
But the pay is of the low
So this pussy pawn
Wishin' you could me, lust me
up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
Tryna to it up

got no dough
Broke ass niggas got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got flow
Y'all know, can't buy shit
See me in the club to impress this

Yo, yo, Swizz got locked
time I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it stop
This bitch top
Ya'll watching
Play the back baby your team keep flockin'

to touch my ass
You ain't got the strength to mount stallion, I pass
out I dash
You're that of thug that's about they business
Piling out that
Long line of credit 'cause I my thug to last

See they like it when I back
Dough stack, cut backs, we want that
but you flaunt that
Somethin' whatcha want,
Cheap stack, that
Fake money nigga, fake

We don't need that, what's all about
I can see you from a mile at the mouth
Lies out
Claimin' you's a type of nigga, cut it out
an average type of cat
No money, no

Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo, if your bitch is ugly
You don't need her, feed her to a wild of cheetahs
Yo, I let bitches see I'm off the meter, heater
Me and Eve give ya seizures, I put your niggas down
On their knees, eat up, then we treat you skeezers
Yo, let me, let me a quick breather

Yo, do y'all smell them
Do you hear them bangin' Beats?
Oh do you feel the Missy?
Well you wanna roll wit me? Me?
One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah,
now what? Alright