Mo Money Mo Problems (feat. Puff Daddy & Mase) - 2014 Remaster

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, ah, 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 will 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
 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