Текст (слова) песни: Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems

Verse One: Mase

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 Ph.D. 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

*singers come in over this last line*

I don`t know what, they want from me

It`s like the more money we come across

The more problems we see

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Puff Daddy

Yeah yeah, ahaha, 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 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 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

(repeat 2X)

Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, uhhh

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 Rollies in the sky

Wave em side to side and keep your 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, here`s my phone number

Your man ain`t got to know, I got to go

Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus

Like thizat, dangerous

on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don`t know what, they want from me

It`s like the more money we come across

The more problems we see

(repeat 3X)

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

(repeat 3X to fade)

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Uhh, uhhh 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 Rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your 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, here`s my phone number Your man ain`t got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don`t know what, they want from me It`s like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 3X) 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 (repeat 3X to fade) Нравится песня? 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