[Intro] Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough What, what, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, Figadoh
[Busta Rhymes] Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3.. Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P... What the fuck? Let's give it to ya Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) Come on (Ha ha ha)
[Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin through right now, bitch? To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me What we be on and that we would have a recipe Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy? Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy The news be tryin and run go report niggas The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P. Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me!
[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs] Figadoh Doooooooooough Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! You know me, Figada-figada-figada Get that dough, Figada-doh
[Benzino] Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown Boston streets.. where I put my flow down Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down Blaze shots for the gangster in me You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker) Big guns, no thang to me Top three is what I aim to be Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame] (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!) I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done Just to make this shit more hotter So tighten up your training wheels bitch... Cause your fucking with a scholar
[Billy Danze] With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!) Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!) I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin I ain't hear nothin, start runnin Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!) With sides will.. (Fire!) Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough Get money, get that dough What, what, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, get that dough Get that dough, Figadoh
[Busta Rhymes] Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3.. Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P... What the fuck? Let's give it to ya Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha) Come on (Ha ha ha)
[Busta Rhymes] Guess who's comin through right now, bitch? To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me What we be on and that we would have a recipe Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy? Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy The news be tryin and run go report niggas The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P. Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me!
[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs] Figadoh Doooooooooough Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh! You know me, Figada-figada-figada Get that dough, Figada-doh
[Benzino] Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown Boston streets.. where I put my flow down Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down Blaze shots for the gangster in me You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker) Big guns, no thang to me Top three is what I aim to be Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame] (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!) I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done Just to make this shit more hotter So tighten up your training wheels bitch... Cause your fucking with a scholar
[Billy Danze] With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!) Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!) I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin I ain't hear nothin, start runnin Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!) With sides will.. (Fire!) Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach
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