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Song: | Mo Money, More Problems |
Album: | | Genres: | Rap / Hip-Hop |
Year: | | Length: | 181 sec |
Lyricist: Mase
Lyrics:
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 nuttin' 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 believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down Nigga didn't 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 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
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
Yeah yeah, ah ha, from the C 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 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 than yours And a team much stronger than yours, violate me This'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be 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
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
Uh, uh, 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 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 it's cause 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 your 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 know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass kizzack
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see
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
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
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
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