MO MONEY MO PROBLEMS FEATURING MASE AND PUFF DADDY

◆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 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 (●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 (◆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 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 (◆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 roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their 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, get the 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 kizzack ●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