Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics

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's jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?

The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp

Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp

Guarantee a million sales pulling 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 '91, bet they know me now

I'm the young harlem nigga with the goldie sound

Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down, Cooter

Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty

Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie

True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty

(I don't know what) And then ya yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie



They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



Yeah yeah, haha, 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 got a chrome one and a 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



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



Uh, uh, 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 their hands high

While I give your girl the eye, player please

Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune

Five double oh, here's my phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go

Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus

Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass fizzat



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



What's goin' on? (somebody tell me) 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



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see



I don't know what,

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see