I Love the Dough (feat. Jay-Z

I Love the Dough （feat. Jay-Z） – The Notorious BIGUhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhhHah, what, I like thisUhh, uhh, I like thisWhat? Uhh, what? UhhWe push the hottest V's, peel fast through the cityPlay Monopoly with real cash, me and Biggie and the models beShaking they saditty ass and parotta beSomethin' you cats got to seeAnd the watches be all types and shapes of stonesBein' broke is childish and I'm quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm goneYou cats is home, screamin' the fight's onI'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin' TysonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you won't ball every chance you getAnd any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don't it? Now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that favor IdalisAnd rack up frequent flier mileageGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'Watch is platinum, got jet lag fromFlights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best CD's and the best tapesDon't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinalsBiggie be Richie like Lionel, shitYou seen the Jesus, dipped to H classesIce project off lights, chick flashesBlind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustachesRock top fashionsAin't shit changed, except the number after the dotOn the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strangeI hate y'all tooRather be in Carribean sands with RachaelIt's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appealBitches used to go, 'W', still tote steelTrying' to see five mil off the single, for realYou ain't fazing' the amazing', while your gun's raisin', mine is blazing'See you on see me all talking' to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, Roch-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaborateTwo MC's with mad dough, ju' knowI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyMiraculous, pockets stay fullNiggaz skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawersAnd we, clappin' doors in your AcurasSnap like, cameras on amateursMake you all dance, hold a hammer to yoursJig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flawsEverybody got a part to play, back to yoursRun up in your crib now, crack your doorsWatch the real players live, it's a habit to flossPlay the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lostAnd toast Cristal on behalf of y'allToo bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yoursTruly, do we, we laugh at y'all, little bastards y'allUhh, uhh, we hit makers with acresRoll shakers in Vegas, you can't break usLost chips on Lakers, gassed off ShaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRidin' decidin' cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters don't prosperNiggaz is actors, niggaz deserve OscarsMe I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brainReminisce on dames who, coochie used to stinkWhen we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci linksNow we buy homes in unfamiliar placesTito smile every time he see our facesCases catch more than outfieldersHalf these rappin' cats, ain't seen warCouldn't score if they had point game, they lame
Speak my name, I make 'em dash like DameI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey