| Mo Money Mo Problems by Biggie |
| 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 nutin 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 beleive in Harlem world nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down Nigga didnt 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 shooled me to the game, bow I know my duty Stay humble stay low, blow like Hootie And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie I don't know whatm they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know whatm they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-theD-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 that yours And a team much stronger that yours, violate me This'll be your day, be on your way Cause it aint enough time here, aint enough lime here For you to shine here, deal with many women But treat dimes fair, and I'm Bigger that the city lights down in Time Square Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know whatm they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know whatm they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see 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 al events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein nice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess it's cuse 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 you 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 knowm I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous On trizack, leave your ass kizzacked I don't know whatm they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |