Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh 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 parotta 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' Tyson 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, *******t You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fa*******ons Ain't *******t changed, except the number after the dot On the Range, way *****z 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 *** appeal ******* used to go, 'W', still tote steel Trying' to see five mil off the single, for real You ain't fazing' the amazing', while your gun's raisin', mine is blazing' See you on see me all talking' to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocker, Roch-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaborate Two MC's with mad dough, ju' 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 *****z skip the bull 'cause we matadors Snatch the P-*******'s that we pack in the drawers And we, clappin' doors in 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 *****z is actors, *****z 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 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 I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh 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 parotta 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' Tyson 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, *******t You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fa*******ons Ain't *******t changed, except the number after the dot On the Range, way *****z 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 *** appeal ******* used to go, 'W', still tote steel Trying' to see five mil off the single, for real You ain't fazing' the amazing', while your gun's raisin', mine is blazing' See you on see me all talking' to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocker, Roch-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaborate Two MC's with mad dough, ju' 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 *****z skip the bull 'cause we matadors Snatch the P-*******'s that we pack in the drawers And we, clappin' doors in 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 *****z is actors, *****z 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 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 I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
