I Love the Dough (feat. JAY-Z & 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 Prada be something you cats got to see

And the watches be all types of shapes and stones

Being broke is childish and I'm quite grown

Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Python

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

You cats is home, screaming the fight's on

I'm in the 1500 seats watching Tyson

Same night, same fight

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

People, place yourselves in the shoes of two felons

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

At any chance you hit, we live for the moment

Makes sense, don't it? Now make dollars

Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor our dollars

And rack up frequent flyer 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 popping magnums while Jigga bag something

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 the beard and mustaches

Rock top fashions

Ain't shit changed except the number after the dot

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

I hate y'all too, rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel

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

Bitches used to go, "Ew"

Still tote steel, tryna see five mill off the single, for real

You ain't fazing the amazing

While your gun's raising, mine is blazing

See you want see me all talking sweetness

Take it for weakness and leave quick

Blocka, Roc-a-fella, Bad Boy collabo'

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

**** skip the bull 'cause we matadors

Snatch the P89's 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 dapped and 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

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 and horseback

Riding, deciding, cracked crab or lobster

Who say mobsters don't prosper?

**** is actors, **** deserve Oscars

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

Reminisce 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 every time he see our faces

Cases, catch more than outfielders

Half these rapping 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)

(I love the dough, more than you know)

(Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey)