Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - I Love the Dough 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 Being 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, screaming the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watching Ty-son Same night, same fight But one of us cats ain't playing 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 [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, sh** You seen the Jesus, dipped to H cla**es, Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke a**es, even got rocks in beards and moustaches Rock top fashions Ain't sh** changed, except the number after the dot on the Range, way n***as look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachel It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got s** appeal b**hes used to go, "Ewww!" Still tote steel, trying to see five mil off the sin-gle, 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, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo Two MC's with mad dough, j**elry 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 n***as 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 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 dap to loss 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 ba*tards y'all Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, ga**ed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts on horseback Riding deciding cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper n***as is actors, n***as 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 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]