Mo Money Mo Problems lyrics

Mase)

Now, who`s hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who`s mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain`t nuttin changed but my limp
Can`t stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don`t believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don`t play around it`s a bet lay it down
niggaz didn`t know me ` 91 bet they know me now
I`m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can`t no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

CHORUS:
I don`t know what, they want from me
It`s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

(Puff Daddy)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you`d rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we`ll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won`t stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it`s cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this`ll be your day, we don`t play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain`t enough time here, ain`t enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I`m bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

CHORUS

(Notorious B.I.G.)

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I`m flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it`s cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain`t no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don`t know what, they want from me
It`s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (3x)
What`s goin on?
What`s goin on?
Somebody tell me
What`s goin on?
What`s goin on?
I don`t know what, they want from me
It`s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (3x then fade