I Love The Dough (我爱金钱) - The Notorious -Z/Angela Winbush

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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 a** 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, sh*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 fashions

Ain't sh*t 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 sands with Rachael

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

B**ches 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

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 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

Niggaz is actors, niggaz 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, h