Mo Money Mo Problems

Verse 1

Now, who shot who knot

Tell me who rock who shell line the stores

You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop

Who jewels got watched 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 top 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

scooped 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

Millionaire nigga Mase there go your cutie

Chorus

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

Verse 2

(Puff Daddy)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-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

Whip all the spots, rock all the rocks

Cock all the plots, I know you thinkin now's

when all the golden 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 honey much longer than yours

and a team much stronger than yours, Ali Reed

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

Chorus

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

Verse 3

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

Catch a seat at all events bent

Gats in holsters girls on shoulders

Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me

Who's 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

Chorus

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?

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...