Mo Money Mo Problems (feat. Ma$e & Puff Daddy)

I'm comin' out

I'm comin'

I'm comin' out

I'm comin'

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 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, ****, double up

We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down

**** didn't know me '91, bet they know me now

I'm the young Harlem **** with the Goldie sound

Can't no PhD **** hold me down

Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty

Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie

True pimp **** spend no dough on the booty

And then you 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

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?"

**** 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, 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

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

Cats 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 Rollies in the sky

Wave 'em side to side and keep your 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

Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know

I got the dough, got the flow down pi-zat

Platinum plus like thi-zat

Dangerous on tri-zacks, leave your ass fli-zat

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

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

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