Song Lyrics

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

Ray Benzino, Hangmen 3,
Bus-a-Bus, M.O.P.,
What the f*ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

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 f*ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin' down, bitch
You shook fagot, I'm a 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 f*ck with me!

[Chorus: x2]
Figadoh
Dough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin' bread dough town
F*ck 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 motherfucker 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
F*ck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O,
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

(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 f*ck 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

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 surprised, 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

[Chorus]

Anthony Grant, Marco Ennis, Ray Scott, Teddy Riley, Tyrone Fyffe

The duration of Figadoh [Remix] is 3:46 minutes and seconds.