Mo Money Mo Problems

I'm comin'
Out
Ooh, I'm comin'
I'm comin'
Out
Ooh, I'm comin'

Now, who's hot, who's not? Tell me who rock
Who sell out in the stores, you tell me who flop
Who cop the blue drop, who jewels got rocked
Who hosi-doki down to the tube top
The same old pimp, Ma$e
You know ain't nothin' change but my limp
Can't stop 'til I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales, pull another love

You don't believe that I'm the one, double up
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
'Cause they ain't know me '91, bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem with the golden style
Can't no P in D hold me down
Cuda 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

Say, "Yo, there go Ma$e, 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

From the D to the A to the D-E-Y

Know you'd rather see me die than to see me flop

I call all the shots, whip all the spots

Rock all the rock, cop all the drops
I'm in the paper now when all the ballin' stops
You know my homies gotta call me on their 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 gonna 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 on your way
Tougher than an uptown real
Ain't enough down 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
Pat myself and my phone in the basement

My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam, lyrical dream, I be that
Catch the seeds and all of us bet

It's in holsters, girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, be in mind to me

Who's too much? I lose too much
Step on stage, the girls boo too much
I guess it's 'cause a homie man do too much
Me lose my touch? Never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the
Where the true players at?
Throw your Rollies in the sky, wave 'em side to side
Keep your hands high while I give your girl the eye
Player, please, lyrically good to see

B-I-G be flossin', Dig on the cover of Fortune
Five double-O, I'm pullin' numbers
The man they got to know, I got the dough
I got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like dizzat
Name is rough on twizzat, leave your ass fizzat

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