Artist: Puff Daddy | Mase | Notorious BIG
Album: Life After Death
Song: Mo Money-Mo Problems
Chorus:
I dont know what, they want from me.
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Verse One: Mase
Now, who's hot, who's not?
Tell me who rock who sell out the stores
You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly goldie down to the
tube sock. The same old pimp, Mase, ain't nuthin changed
by limp. Can't stop Versace, my name on the blimp.
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love. You
don't believe in Harlem world ***** double up.
We don't play around, it's a bet lay it down.
****** didn't know me ninety one bet they know
me now. I'm the young Harlem ***** with the Goldie
sound. Can't no PHD ****** hold me down cooter,
schooled me to the game, now i know my duty.
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie.
True pimp ***** spent no dough on the booty
Then you yell, there go Mase, there go your cutie
Chorus
Verse Two: 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,whip all the spots, rock all
the rocks,call out the plots. I know you thinkin
now's when all the golden stops, ***** never home
got a chrome one on the yacht. Ten years from now
we'll still be on top. Yo, i thought i told you that
we dont stop. Now watcha gonna do when a cool bag a
money much longer than yours and a team much stronger
than yours. Violate me,this'll be your day, we don't
play, mess around be DOA, be on your way. Cause it
aint enough time here, ain't enough lime for you to
shine here. Deal with many women but i treat dimes
fair, and im bigger than the city lights down in
Times Square, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Chorus
Verse Three : Notorious BIG
Uhh, uhh 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
Catch a seat at all events bent. Gats in holsters
girls on shoulders, playboy, I told ya, bein nice
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, aint no
problem to get the gat. Where the true playaz at?
Throw your rollies in the sky. Wave em side to side
and keep the hands high. While i give your girl
the eye, player please, lyrically, ****** see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune, Five double
O,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 *** kizzack.
Chorus
2007-03-02 13:38:52
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