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[Eve]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoBet I make you a believerFever, what you catch when you see herCheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'I don't want nonePeep her, two seaterLook at you nigga actin' like you need herYou run blocks with your henney on the rocksYou don't think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock, uhLet you live for a minute 'fore I slide offGet you mad, holla no smokey ride offStressing me, you ain't blessing meWith your 96 Rolley glistening and impressing meHear me though, want a job need a resume, ready thoughCause my time is like PresumeYou got petty dough and I'm here to let you knowMy time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go[1] - [Missy]Ain't got no doughBroke ass niggas ain't got cash flowY'all know y'all can't buy shitSee me in the club trying to impress this, heh[Repeat 1][Eve]Yo, yoYou can say I'm bless I knowNiggas like 'em flashy drive a F50Jets I go, go-tee y'all blow, H-Y-droKeep 'em leaning the clubHoochies screaming y'all don't knowMany bitches follow meDaddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow meWanna pile me, never put no smile on meBetter stop thatWanna see me beggin' for your chipsBet I doubt thatWhatcha lookin at huh?Still speakin' to me think you pushin' it huh?Know you pussy cat runCause this bitch is gonna biteI don't light fireGrab it, choke it, hold it downRide it ruff rydeI can give you what you needOr give you what you likeBut the pay is kind of the lowSo this pussy pawn strideWishin' you could touch me, lust meListen up daddy you ain't ready for the bedTry-na to give it up[Repeat 1 (2x)][Eve]Yo, yoSwizz got beats lockedEvery time I drop shit's hotThink not and it don't stopThis bitch top notch andY'all keep watchingPlay the back baby while your team keep flockin'Try-na to touch my assYou ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I passWhiling out I dashTo that type of thug that's about they businessPiling out that cashLong line of credit cause I like my thug to lastSee they like it when I talk backDough stack, cut backs, we don't want thatFrontin' but you flaunt thatSomethin' whatcha want blackCheap stack, keep thatFake money nigga, fake thugWe don't need thatWhat's that all aboutI can see you from a mile running at the mouthLies poppin' outClaimin' you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it outYou's an average type of catNo money, no clout[Missy]When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yoIf your bitch is ugly you don't need herFeed her to a wild pack of cheetasYo I let y'all bitches see I'm off the meter, heaterMe and Eve give ya seizuresKnow I put your niggas down on their knees uhh, eat upThen we treat you like skeezers, yo let meLet me take a quick breather (Ahhh!)Yo do y'all 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 MisdemeanorYeah, yeah, yeahMutherfucker now, mutherfucker now what?Aiightmore free lyrics