I Love The Dough Lyrics - Angela Winbush

We push the hottest V's, peel fast 

Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash 

Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass 

And Parada be, somethin' you cats got to see 

And the watches be all types and shapes of stones 

Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown 

Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan' 

Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone 

You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on 

I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son 

Same night, same fight 

But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it 

People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons 

And tell me you won't ball every chance you get 

And any chance you hit, we live for the moment 

Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars 

Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis 

And rack up frequent flier mileage 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin' 

Watch is platinum, got jet lag from 

Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes 

Make the best CD's and the best tapes 

Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals 

Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit 

You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes 

Ice project off lights, chick flashes 

Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches 

Rock top fashions 

Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot 

On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange 

I hate y'all too 

Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael 

It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal 

Bitches used to go, ewww 

Still tote steel, tryin' to see five mil 

Off the sin-gle, for real 

You ain't fazin' the amazin' 

While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin' 

See you on see me all talkin' to sweetness 

Take it for weakness and leave quick 

Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo 

Two MC's with mad dough, you know 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

Miraculous, pockets stay full 

Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors 

Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers 

And we clap the doors of your Acuras 

Snap like cameras on amateurs 

Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours 

Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws 

Everybody got a part to play, back to yours 

Run up in your crib now, crack your doors 

Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss 

Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost 

And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all 

Too bad for y'all 

Ain't too many as bad as yours truly 

Do we, we laugh at y'all 

Little bastards y'all 

Uhh, uhh 

We hit makers with acres 

Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us 

Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq 

Country house, tennis courts on horseback 

Ridin', decidin', cracked crab, or lobster 

Who say mobsters don't prosper 

Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars 

Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain 

Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink 

When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links 

Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places 

Tito smile everytime he see our faces 

Cases catch more than outfield-ers 

Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war 

Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame 

Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey 

I love the dough, more than you know 

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey