The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems (en) Lyrics
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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 love or luck
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
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 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 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
Yea, yea, yea
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 Rolies 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 flossin’
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
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