Mo Money, Mo Problems Lyrics - P. Diddy

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 ha, 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'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 

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 

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