Mo Money Mo Problems

"Mo Money Mo Problems"(feat. Mase, Puff Daddy)[Verse One: Mase]Now, who's hot who notTell me who rock who sell out in the storesYou tell me who flopped who copped the blue dropWho jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimpMase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limpCan't stop till I see my name on a blimpGuarantee a million sales pullin all the loveYou don't believe in Harlem World nigga double upWe don't play around it's a bet lay it downnigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me nowI'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie soundCan't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooterschooled me to the game, now I know my dutyStay humble stay low blow like HootieTrue pimp niggaz spend no dough on the bootyAnd then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie [singers come in over this last line]I don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 2X][Verse Two: Puff Daddy]Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Yknow you'd rather see me die than to see me flyI call all the shotsRip all the spots, rock all the rocksCop all the drops, I know you thinkin now'swhen all the ballin stops, nigga neverhome got a chrome one and a yachtTen years from now we'll still be on topYo, I thought I told you that we won't stopNow whatcha gonna do when it's coolbag a money much longer than yoursand a team much stronger than yours, violate methis'll be your day, we don't playMess around be D.O.A., be on your wayCause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime herefor you to shine here, deal with many womenbut treat dimes fair, and I'mbigger than the city lights down in Times SquareYeah, yeah yeahI don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 2X][Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhhB.I.G., P-O, P-P-ANo info, for the, DEAFederal agents mad cause I'm flagrantTap my cell, and the phone in the basementMy team supreme, stay cleanTriple beam lyrical dream, I be thatCat you see at all events bentGats in holsters girls on shouldersPlayboy, I told ya, bein mice to meBruise too much, I lose, too muchStep on stage the girls boo too muchI guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too muchMe lose my touch, never thatIf I did, ain't no problem to get the gatWhere the true players at?Throw your roadies in the skyWave em side to side and keep their hands highWhile I give your girl the eye, player pleaseLyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.be flossin jig on the cover of FortuneFive double oh, get the phone numberyour name, I got to know, I got to goGot the flow down phizat, platinum plusLike thizat, dangerouson trizack, leave your ass kizzackI don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 3X]What's goin on?What's goin on?I don't know what, they want from meIt's like the more money we come acrossThe more problems we see[repeat 3X to fade]