Mase Mo' Money Mo' Problems Lyrics

Now, whos 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 whos mostly goldie down
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know aint nuttin change but my limp
Cant stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You dont believe in harlem world n____ double up
We dont play around its a bet lay it down
n____ didnt know me ninety-one bet they know me now
Im the young harlem n____ with the goldie sound
Cant no ph.d. n____z hold me down, cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like hootie
True pimp n____z spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over this last line*

I dont know what, they want from me
Its like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2x)

Verse two: puff daddy

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the d-to-the-a-to-the-d-d-y
Know youd 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 nows
When all the ballin stops, n____ never
Home gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now well still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop
Now whatcha gonna do when its cool
Bag a money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours, violate me
Thisll be your day, we dont play
Mess around be d.o.a., 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 im
Bigger than the city lights down in times square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I dont know what, they want from me
Its like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 2x)

Verse three: notorious b.i.g.

Uhh, uhhh
B.i.g., p-o, p-p-a
No info, for the, dea
Federal agents mad cause Im 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 its cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, aint no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, n____z see, b.i.g.
Be flossin jig on the cover of fortune
Five double oh, heres my phone number
Your man aint got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your a__ blizzack

I dont know what, they want from me
Its like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3x)
Whats goin on?
Whats goin on?
I dont know what, they want from me
Its like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
(repeat 3x to fade)