B.I.G. Notorious - "Mo Money Mo Problems" lyrics
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Mase)
Now, who's hot who not
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed 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
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 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
*singers come in over last line*
CHORUS:
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)
(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
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
gotta call me on the yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
bag a money much longer than yours
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with 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
Now, who's hot who not
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed 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
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 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
*singers come in over last line*
CHORUS:
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)
(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
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
gotta call me on the yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
bag a money much longer than yours
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with 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
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
No info, for the, DEA
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
cat you see at all events bent
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
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
Me lose my touch, never that
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
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 your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
like thizat, dangerous
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
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 (3x)
What's goin on'
What's goin on'
Somebody tell me
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 (3x then fade
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah
CHORUS
(Notorious B.I.G.)
Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
No info, for the, DEA
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
cat you see at all events bent
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
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
Me lose my touch, never that
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
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 your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
like thizat, dangerous
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
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 (3x)
What's goin on'
What's goin on'
Somebody tell me
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 (3x then fade
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