Eve Ft Missy

{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 don't 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 don't think I see you whiling, thirsty nigga want the cock,uh Let you live 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 {Missy} Ain't got no dough Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit See me in the club tryna impress this, heh Ain't got no dough Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit See me in the club tryna impress this, heh {Eve} Yo, yo You can say I'm bless I know Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50 Jets I go, go-tee ya'll blow, H-Y-Dro Keep 'em leaning the club Hoochies screaming ya'll don't 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 don't light fire Grab it, choke, hold it down Ride it Ruff Ryde I can't give you what you need OR give you what yu 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 ain't ready for the bed Tryna to give it up {Missy} Ain't got no dough Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit See me in the club tryna impress this, heh AIn't got no dough Broke ass iggas ain't got cash fow Ya'll know ya'll can't buy shit See me in the club tryna impress this, heh {Eve} Yo, yo Swizz got beats locked Every time I drop shit's got Think not and it dn't stop This bitch top notch and Ya'll keep watchin' Play the back baby while your team keep flockin' Tryna to touch my ass You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass Whiling out I dash To that type of thug that's 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 Douigh stack, cut backs, we don't want that Frontin' but you flauint that Somethin' whatcha want black Cheapstack, keep that Fake money nigga, fake thug We don't need that what's that all about I can see you from a mile running at the mouth Lies poppin' out Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it out You's an average type of cat No money, no clout {Missy} When Missy flow i give ya'll fever, yo If your bitch is ugly you don't need her Feed her, to a wild pack o' cheetah's Yo I let ya'll bitches see I'm off the meter, heater Me and Eve give ya seisures Know I put your niggas down on their knees uuh, eat up Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me Let me take a quick breather (Ahhh!) Yo do ya'll smell them trees huh? Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beat 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, mother fucker now what?