Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics
Verse one: maseNow, whos hot who notTell me who rock who sell out in the storesYou tell me who flopped who copped the blue dropWho jewels got robbed whos mostly goldie downTo the tube sock, the same ol pimpMase, you know aint nuttin change but my limpCant stop till I see my name on a blimpGuarantee a million sales pullin all the loveYou dont believe in harlem world nigga double upWe dont play around its a bet lay it downNigga didnt know me ninety-one bet they know me nowIm the young harlem nigga with the goldie soundCant no ph.d. niggaz hold me down, cooterSchooled me to the game, now I know my dutyStay humble stay low blow like hootieTrue pimp niggaz spend no dough on the bootyAnd then ya yell there go mase there go your cutie*singers come in over this last line*I dont know what, they want from meIts like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see(repeat 2x)Verse two: puff daddyYeah yeah, ahaha, from the d-to-the-a-to-the-d-d-yKnow youd rather see me die than to see me flyI call all the shotsRip all the spots, rock all the rocksCop all the drops, I know you thinkin nowsWhen all the ballin stops, nigga neverHome gotta call me on the yachtTen years from now well still be on topYo, I thought I told you that we wont stopNow whatcha gonna do when its coolBag a money much longer than yoursAnd a team much stronger than yours, violate meThisll be your day, we dont playMess around be d.o.a., be on your wayCause it aint enough time here, aint enough lime hereFor you to shine here, deal with many womenBut treat dimes fair, and imBigger than the city lights down in times squareYeah, yeah yeahI dont know what, they want from meIts like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see(repeat 2x)Verse three: notorious b.i.g.Uhh, uhhhB.i.g., p-o, p-p-aNo info, for the, deaFederal agents mad cause Im flagrantTap my cell, and the phone in the basementMy team supreme, stay cleanTriple beam lyrical dream, I be thatCat you see at all events bentGats in holsters girls on shouldersPlayboy, I told ya, bein mice to meBruise too much, I lose, too muchStep on stage the girls boo too muchI guess its cause you run with lame dudes too muchMe lose my touch, never thatIf I did, aint no problem to get the gatWhere the true players at?Throw your rollies in the skyWave em side to side and keep your hands highWhile I give your girl the eye, player pleaseLyrically, niggaz see, b.i.g.Be flossin jig on the cover of fortuneFive double oh, heres my phone numberYour man aint got to know, I got to goGot the flow down pizat, platinum plusLike thizat, dangerousOn trizack, leave your ass blizzackI dont know what, they want from meIts like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see(repeat 3x)Whats goin on?Whats goin on?I dont know what, they want from meIts like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see(repeat 3x to fade)
