Lyric 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)