[Jay-Z]We push the hottest V's, peel fastthrough the city, play Monopoly with real cashMe and Biggie and the models be, sugar nase and did he ask?And parotta be, somethin you cats got to seeAnd the watches be all types and shapes of stonesBeing broke is childish and I'm quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and PaisanScope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm goneYou cats is home, screaming the fight's onI'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watching Ty-sonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats ain't playing right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you won't ball every chance you getand any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don't it? Now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that favor IdalisAnd rack up frequent flier mileage[Chorus Angela Winbush]Gotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey[Notorious B.I.G.]I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethinWatch is platinum, got jet lag fromflights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best CD's and the best tapesDon't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinalsBiggie be Richie like Lionel, shitYou seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes,Ice project off lights, chick flashesBlind your broke asses, even got rocks in beards and moustachesRock top fashionsAin't shit changed, except the number after the doton the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strangeI hate y'all tooRather be in Carribean sands with RachelIt's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appealBitches used to go, "Ewww!"Still tote steel, trying to see five miloff the sin-gle, for realYou ain't fazing the amazingWhile your gun's raisin, mine is blazingSee you on see me all talking to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collaboTwo MC's with mad dough, jewelry on![Chorus: Angela Winbush]I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey[Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.]Miracu-lous, pockets stay fullNiggas skip the bull cause we matadorsSnatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawersAnd we, clappin doors in your AcurasSnap like, cameras or amateursMake you all dance, hold a hammer to yoursJig and Big rock ice, no cracks in flawsEverybody got a part to play, back to yoursRun up in your crib now, crack your doorsWatch the real players live, it's a habit to flossPlay the charts like the Beatles, y'all dap to lossAnd toast Cristal on behalf of y'allToo bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yourstruly, do we, we laugh at y'allLittle bastards y'allUhh, uhhWe hit makers with acresRoll shakers in Vegas, you can't break usLost chips on Lakers, gassed off ShaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRiding deciding cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters don't prosperNiggas is actors, niggas deserve OscarsMe I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brainReminisce on dames who, coochie used to stinkWhen we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci linksNow we buy homes in unfamiliar placesTito smile everytime he see our facesCases catch more than outfield-ersHalf these rappin cats, ain't seen warCouldn't score if they had point game, they lameSpeak my name, I make em dash like Dame[Chorus: Angela Winbush]I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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