Various Artists Mo Money, Mo Problems lyrics

I'm comin' out, I'm comin'
I'm comin' out, I'm comin'

Now, who's hot, who's not
Tell me, who rock, who sell out in the store
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 the 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 and bet they know me now
I'm a young Harlem nigga with a golden sound
Can't no Ph.D., nigga, 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, ahaha, from 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 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 don'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


B.I.G., P O, P P A, no info for the DEA
Federal agent's 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, get the gat
Where my 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, niggaz 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 to go
Got the flow down pizack, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave the ass bizzack

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

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