[eve]
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 dont want none
Peep her, two seater
Look at you nigga actin like you need her
You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
You dont think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga 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 aint 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 Im here to let you know
My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go
1 - [missy]
Aint got no dough
Broke ass niggas aint got cash flow
Yall know yall cant buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress this, heh
Repeat 1
[eve]
Yo, yo
You can say Im 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 dont know
Many bitches 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 pussy cat run
Cause this bitch is gonna bite
I dont 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 pussy pawn stride
Wishin you could touch me, lust me
Listen up daddy you aint ready for the bed
Try-na to give it up
Repeat 1 (2x)
[eve]
Yo, yo
Swizz got beats locked
Every time I drop shits hot
Think not and it dont stop
This bitch top notch
And yall keep watching
Play the back baby while your team keep flockin
Try-na to touch my ass
You aint got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
Whiling out I dash
Youre 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 dont want that
Frontin but you flaunt that
Somethin whatcha want black
Cheap stack, keep that
Fake money nigga, fake thug
We dont 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 nigga, cut it out
Yous an average type of cat
No money, no clout
[missy]
When missy flow I give yall fever, yo
If your bitch is ugly you dont need her
Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
Yo I let yall bitches see Im 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
Motherfucker now, motherfucker now what?
Aiight
