I Love The Dough(feat Jay-z Angela Winbush Lyrics

I Love The Dough(feat Jay-z Angela Winbush lyrics

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

 

 We push the hottest V's, peel fast

 through the city, play Monopoly with real cash

 Me and Biggie and the models be, sugar nase and did he ask?

 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 Python

 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 pay for hors d'ourves

 And rack up frequent flier mileage

 

 [Chorus: Angela Winbush]

 

 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

 

 [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]

 

 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 to 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 niggaz look at me now, kinda strange

 I hate y'all too

 Rather be in Carribean sand to rake through

 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

 Blocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo

 Two MC's with mad dough, jewelry on!

 

 [Chorus: Angela Winbush]

 

 I love the dough, more than you know

 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

 [repeat 2X]

 

 [Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.]

 

 Miracu-lous, pockets stay full

 Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors

 Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers

 And we, clappin doors in your Acuras

 Snap like, cameras or amateurs

 Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours

 Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks in floors

 Erybody 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

 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

 Niggaz is actors, niggaz 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

 

 [Chorus: Angela Winbush]

 

 I love the dough, more than you know

 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

 [repeat to fade]