Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh   Hah, what, I like this   Uhh, uhh, I like this   What? Uhh, what? Uhh      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 parotta 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' Tyson   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 to 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 niggaz 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, 'W', still tote steel   Trying' to see five mil off the single, 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, Roch-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaborate   Two MC's 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      Miraculous, pockets stay full   Niggaz 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 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   Niggaz is actors, niggaz 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 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