Текст песни Mo Money Mo Problems (Radio Mix) - Mase , The Notorious B.I.G. , Puff Daddy
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
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