The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo' Money Mo' Problems lyrics

[Produced by Stevie J, Diddy, Nashiem Myrick and 6 July] [Verse 1: Ma$e] 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? Whose j**els got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase You know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it level up You don't believe in Harlem World, n***a, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down n***as didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem n***a with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. n***as hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp n***as spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, "There go Mase!", there go your cutie [Hook: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] I'm 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, rip all the spots Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know you thinking now, "When all the ballin' stops?" n***a 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 what you gon' do with a crew That got 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 [Hook: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] 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, mere mics 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 Rolies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, n***as see B.I.G be flossin' Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 double O Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know I got the dough, got the flow down pizat Platinum plus like thizat Dangerous on trizacks, leave your a** flizat [Hook repeats till end] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see