Jayz – I Love The Dough Lyrics

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Hah, what, I like this
Uhh, uhh, I like this
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh
We push the hottest Vs, peel fast
Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass
And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein broke is childish and Im quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan
Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and Im gone
You cats is home, screamin the fights on
Im in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats aint playin right, I let you tell it
People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you wont ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense dont 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
Im 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 CDs and the best tapes
Dont 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
Aint shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange
I hate yall too
Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
Its 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 aint fazin the amazin
While your guns raisin, mine is blazin
See you on see me all talkin to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocker, Roc-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MCs 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
Miracu-lous, pockets stay full
Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors
Snatch the P-89s 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
Erybody got a part to play, back to yours
Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
Watch the real players live, its a habit to floss
Play the charts like the Beatles, yall adapt you lost
And toast Cristal on behalf of yall
Too bad for yall, aint too many as bad as yours
Truly, do we, we laugh at yall
Little bastards yall
Uhh, uhh
We hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you cant break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback
Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster
Who say mobsters dont prosper
Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars
Me Im, 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, aint seen war
Couldnt 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