Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics - 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? 

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 level up 

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 

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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 balling stops 

Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht 

10 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 

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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 Rollies 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 flossing 

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 goin' on? What's goin' on? (Somebody tell me) 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 

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