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 911   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 wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock   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, baby girl gotta go      Ain't got no dough   Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow   Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit   See me in the club trying to impress this      Ain't got no dough   Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow   Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit   See me in the club trying to impress this      Yo, yo   You can say I'm blessed, I know   Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50   Jets I go, go-tee I'll blow, H Y dro   Keep 'em leaning in the club   Hoochies screaming y'all don't know      Hear me, bitches follow me   Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me   Wanna pile on me, never put no smile on me   Better stop that   Wanna see me beggin' for your chips   Bet I doubt that      Whatcha lookin' at?   Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it?   Know you pussy cat run   'Cause this bitch is gonna bite   I don't light the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it down   Ride it ruff ride      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 ain't ready for the bed   Tryna to give it up      Ain't got no dough   Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow   Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit   See me in the club trying to impress this      Ain't got no dough   Broke ass niggas ain't got cash flow   Y'all know, y'all can't buy shit   See me in the club trying to impress this      Yo, yo, Swizz got beats locked   Every time I drop, shit's hot   Think not and it don't stop   This bitch top notching   Ya'll keep watching   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   You're 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   Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want that   Frontin' but you flaunt that   Somethin' whatcha want, black   Cheap stack, 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      When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo, if your bitch is ugly   You don't need her, feed her to a wild pack of cheetahs   Yo, I let y'all bitches see I'm off the meter, heater   Me and Eve give ya seizures, know I put your niggas down   On their knees, eat up, then we treat you like skeezers   Yo, let me, let me take a quick breather      Yo, do y'all smell them trees?   Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats?   Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy?   Well where you wanna roll wit me? Me?   One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah, yeah   Motherfucker now what? Alright