Sell cokes in a bottle goin' full throttle
in the Q 45 infiniti with 10' squares
of bass funk in ya face ya a disgrace
cases i make none pull out my guns they run
to the corner
meet the coroner nobody goin' to mourn ya
i love the dough **** the Show
put hoes onto Moschino sip the Morijito
make chips like dorito with the Monte Cristo
sittin' on the earlobe doobies gotta roll em
homies dap me cuz im a sho gun no one
can dare compare death glares give cold stares
strip ya of ya title no clothes leave ya in ya underwear
dont care don't **** with Jigga
but only these figures
i like B-I-G check mickeys black E-Y-E
from tryna stop the Grind now he Partially Blind
Sniff lines not the white lines
Im cold as **** pushin' ya luck get ya self a sweater
cuz when my heat comes
i bring the pain lightening thunder and the reign
cant stop it flows i drop it hoes i got it
on lock like a solitary confinement ya just freshman
i moved Senior less than a year no tears no worries
got glory Clutchin' like Horry pick a new catergory
cuz i get bored with chillin' the same spot same knot
makin' my Rounds around the World and i yayayah
players haters hate me
i dont why? maybe is because i hug the sky
mad tight right ! blunts for the flight
livin' the high life while ya stay Low
i thought ya knew
i Love the Dough !!ugh