Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I you a believer
Fever, what you catch you see her
Cheater, that be you your beeper 911
Eve stressin' for your lovin'
I don't want

Peep her, two
Look at you nigga, like you need her
You run blocks with your Henney on the
You think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock
Let you lick for a minute 'fore I off
Get you mad, holla no smokey off

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

Ain't got no
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
Niggas like 'em flashy a F50
Jets I go, I'll blow, H Y dro
Keep 'em leaning in the
Hoochies screaming y'all know

Hear me, bitches me
Daddy licking out tongue, wanna swallow me
pile on me, never put no smile on me
Better stop
Wanna see me beggin' for chips
Bet I doubt

Whatcha at?
speakin' to me think you pushin' it?
Know you cat run
'Cause this is gonna bite
I don't light the fire, grab it, it, hold it down
Ride it ruff

I can give you you need or give you what you like
But the pay is of the low
So this pussy stride
Wishin' you could me, lust me
Listen up daddy you ready for the bed
Tryna to it up

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

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

Yo, yo, got beats locked
Every time I drop, hot
Think not and it don't
This bitch top
Ya'll watching
the back baby while your team keep flockin'

Tryna to my ass
You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I
Whiling out I
You're that type of that's about they business
Piling out cash
Long line of credit I like my thug to last

See they it when I talk back
Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want
but you flaunt that
Somethin' want, black
Cheap stack, that
Fake money nigga, fake

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

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

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