Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics

Mo Money Mo Problems

Verse One: 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 tube sock, the same ol
pimp 
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change 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 
nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now

I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound 
Can't no Ph.D. 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 this last line* 

I don't know what, they want from me 
It's
like the more money we come across 
The more problems we see 
(repeat 2X)


Verse Two: 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's 
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 be 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 

I don't know what, they want from me 
It's like
the more money we come across 
The more problems we see 
repeat 2X)


Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. 

Uhh, uhhh 
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 Rollies in the sky 
Wave em side to side and keep your hands
high 
While I give your girl the eye, player please 
Lyrically, niggaz
see, B.I.G. 
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune 
Five double oh,
here's my phone number 
Your man ain't 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 
repeat 3X)

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

(repeat 3X to fade)