歌手:Eve
专辑:《Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryders' First Lady》

作曲 : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers
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 ni**a actin like you need her

You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty ni**a 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 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

Ain't got no dough

Broke a** niggas ain't got cash flow

Yall know yall can't buy sh*t

See me in the club trying to impress this, heh

Yo, yo

You can say I'm 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 don't know

Many b**ches 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 p**sy cat run
Cause this b***h is gonna bite
I don't 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 p**sy pawn stride
Wishin you could touch me, lust me
Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
Try-na to give it up
Yo, yo

Swizz got beats locked

Every time I drop shits hot
Think not and it don't stop
This b***h top notch
And yall keep watching
Play the back baby while your team keep flockin

Try-na to touch my a**
You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass

Whiling out I dash
You're 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 don't want that
Frontin but you flaunt that
Somethin whatcha want black
Cheap stack, keep that
Fake money ni**a, fake thug
We don't 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 ni**a, cut it out
Yous an average type of cat
No money, no clout
When missy flow I give yall fever, yo
If your b***h is ugly you don't need her

Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas

Yo I let yall b**ches see I'm 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

Motherf**ker now, m**********r now what

Aiight