[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 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 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       1 - [Missy]    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, heh       Repeat 1       [Eve]    Yo, yo    You can say I'm bless I know    Niggas like 'em flashy drive a F50    Jets I go, go-tee I'll blow, H-Y-dro    Keep 'em leaning the club    Hoochies screaming y'all 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 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 ain't ready for the bed    Try-na to give it up       Repeat 1 (2x)       [Eve]    Yo, yo    Swizz got beats locked    Every time I drop shit's hot    Think not and it don't stop    This bitch top notch    And ya'll keep watching    Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'    Try-na 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       [Missy]    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 cheetas    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 uhh, eat up    Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me    Let 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 Misdemeanor    Yeah, yeah, yeah    Motherfucker now, motherfucker now what?    Aiight