Mo' Money, Mo' Problems

Now, who's hot who's not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who caught the blue drop
Who jewels got rock's mostly Gucci down
to the tube sock? the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
Can't stop top see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales call it love or luck
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, Scooter
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
Then ya yell there go Mase there go ya cutie

Chorus:
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come around
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come around
The more problems we see

Yeah yeah, ahaha, Puff 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
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
I know you thinkin now's
when all the ballin' stops, nigga never
home gotta call me on the 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 honey 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

Chorus

Uhh, uhhh
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 ya see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein nice to me
Lose, too much I bruise too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you roll 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 rolies 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 man, ain't got to know I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass phizzatt

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