Mo Money Mo Problems (feat. Mase & 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
 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
 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 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 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