Lyrics Mo Money Mo Problems - The Notorious B.I.G.
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
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
love
or
luck
You
don't
believe
in
Harlem
World,
nigga,
double
up
We
don't
play
around,
it's
a
bet,
lay
it
down
Niggas
didn't
know
me
'91,
bet
they
know
me
now
I'm
the
young
Harlem
nigga
with
the
Goldie
sound
Can't
no
Ph.D.
niggas
hold
me
down
Cudda
schooled
me
to
the
game,
now
I
know
my
duty
Stay
humble,
stay
low,
blow
like
Hootie
True
pimp
niggas
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?"
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
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
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,
niggas
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
ass
flizat
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
going
on?
(What's
going
on?)
Somebody
tell
me
(What's
going
on?)
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
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