Mo Money Mo Problems
Diddy (P. Diddy / Puff Daddy / Brother Love)
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Em Bm Now, who's hot who notAm Bm Tell me who rock who sell out in the storesAm Em You tell me who flopped who copped the blue dropC Bm Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock,Em Bm the same ol pimpAm Bm Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limpAm Em Can't stop till I see my name on a blimpC Bm Guarantee a million sales pulling all the loveEm Bm You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double upAm Bm We don't play around it's a bet lay it downAm Em Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me nowC Bm I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie soundEm Bm Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, CooterAm Bm Schooled me to the game, now I know my dutyAm Em Stay humble stay low blow like HootieC Bm True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty (And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie) [Chorus]Em Bm Am Bm I don't know what, they want from meAm Em It's like the more money we come acrossC Bm The more problems we see [Verse 2] Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm theEm Bm C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-YAm Know you'd rather see me die than toBm see me flyAm Em I call all the shots Rip all the spots,Continúa después del anuncioC Bm Rock all the rocks Cop all the drops,Em Bm I know you thinking now's When all the balling stops,Am Bm nigga never Home gotta call me on the yachtAm Em Ten years from now we'll still be on topC Bm Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stopEm Bm Now what you gonna do when it's coolAm Bag a money much longer than yoursBm Am And a team much stronger than yours,Em violate me This'll be your day, weC don't playBm Mess around be D.O.A., be on your wayEm Cause it ain't enough time here,Bm ain't enough lime hereAm Bm For you to shine here, deal with many womenAm Em But treat dimes fair, and I'mC Bm Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah [Chorus]Em Bm Am Bm I don't know what, they want from meAm Em It's like the more money we come acrossC Bm The more problems we see [Verse 3]Em Bm Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-AAm Bm No info, for the, DEAAm Federal agents mad cause I'mEm flagrantC Tap my cell, and the phone in theBm basementEm Bm My team supreme, stay cleanAm Bm Triple beam lyrical dream, I be thatAm Em Cat you see at all events bentC Bm Gats in holsters girls on shouldersEm Bm Playboy, I told ya, being mice to meAm Bm Bruise too much, I lose, too muchAm Em Step on stage the girls boo too muchC I guess it's cause you run withBm lame dudes too muchEm Bm Me lose my touch, never thatAm If I did, ain't no problem to getBm the gat Where the true players at?Am Em Throw your rollies in the skyC Wave em side to side and keep theirBm hands highEm Bm While I give your girl the eye, player pleaseAm Bm Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.Am Em Be flossing jig on the cover of FortuneC Bm Five double oh, here's my phone numberEm Bm Your name, I got to know, I got to goAm Bm Got the flow down phizat, platinum plusAm Em Like thizat, dangerousC Bm On trizack, leave your ass kizzack [Chorus]Em Bm Am Bm I don't know what, they want from meAm Em It's like the more money we come acrossC Bm The more problems we see