I Love the Dough (feat. JAŸ-Z & Angela Winbush) [Amended]

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How real is this?
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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
Shakin' they seditty ass in Parada be
Somethin' you cats got to see
And the watches be all types of shapes and stones
Being broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Pythons

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'll let you tell it
People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
At any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Make sense, don't it? Now make dollars
Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor idolers
And rack up frequent flight 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' it, 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

You seen the Jesus, dip the H classes
Ice project off lights, flashes
Blindin' broke niggas
Even got rocks in the beard and mustaches
Rock top fashions, ain't shit changed
'Cept the number after the dot on the Range
Wait, look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too, rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel
It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
He used to go ill, still tote steel

Tryin' to see five mil' off the single, for real
You ain't phasin' the amazin'

While your shit is raisin', mine is blazin'

See you on, see me on, talkin' sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Rocka, fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough, ger-one

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

Skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers
And we clap the doors of your Acuras
Snap like cameras on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jigga and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Everybody got a pocket plate, back to yours

Run up in your crib now and crack your doors
Watch real players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt to loss
And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
Too bad for y'all

Ain't too many as bad as y'all
Truly do we, we laugh at y'all
And fuck y'all

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 and horseback
Ridin' beside and fuck around with lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper?
Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Me, I'm critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain
Reminisce on dames who coochie used to stink
When we rock 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

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

I love the dough
More than you know
Gotta let it show
I love the dough, hey