The Notorious B.I.G – I Love The Dough ft. Jay Z & Angela Winbush

Download another mp3 audio song by The Notorious B.I.G a.k.a Biggie Smalls titled “I Love The Dough ft. Jay Z & Angela Winbush”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his which is titled “Life After Death” Which was released in March 25, 1997.

 

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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 ass

And Parada 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 Ty-son

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, shit

You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes

Ice project off lights, chick flashes

Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches

Rock top fashions

Ain’t shit changed, except the number after the dot

On the Range, way niggas 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

Bitches used to go, ewww

Still tote steel, tryin’ to see five mil

Off the sin-gle, for real

You ain’t fazin’ the amazin’

While your gun’s raisin’, mine is blazin’

See you on see me all talkin’ to sweetness

Take it for weakness and leave quick

Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo

Two MC’s with mad dough, you 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

Niggas skip the bull ’cause we matadors

Snatch the P89s 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

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

Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars

Me I’m, 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, 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