Mo Money Mo Problems Karaoke - The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy & Mase

This title is a cover of Mo Money Mo Problems as made famous by The Notorious B.I.G.

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: 105 BPM

In the same key as the original: C♯m

Duration: 04:15 - Preview at: 00:55


Release date: 1997
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Funk, In English
Original songwriters: Nile Rodgers, Bernard Edwards (US), Puff Daddy, Steven A Jordan, Notorious B.I.G., Mase

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Mo Money Mo Problems

Who's hot? Who's not?
Tell me who rock?
Who sell out in da stores?
You tell me who flopped?
Who copped da blue drop?
Who jewels got rock?
Who mostly Dolce down?
To da tube sock da same old pimp
Mase you know ain't nothin' 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 no
Harlem World double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
'Cos dey ain't know me ninety one bet dey know me now
I'm da young Harlem wit' da goldie sound
Can't no PhD hold me down
Cudda school me to da game now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low
Blow like Hootie
True pimp spend no dough on da bootie
Then you yell there go Mace there go yo' cutie
I'm da D to da A to da D.D.Y. know you rather see me die
Than to see me fly
I call all da shots
Rip all da spots rock all da rocks cop all da drops
I know you're thinkin' now
When all da ballin' stops
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 gonna do
With a crew that got money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours
Violate me dis will be yo' day we don't play
Mess around be on yo' way
'Cos there aint' enough time here
Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here
Deal wit' many women but treat dimes fair
And I'm bigger than da city lights down in Times Square
Uh, B.I.G. P.O.P.P.A. no info for da D.E.A.
Federal agents mad 'cos I'm flagrant
Tap myself and my phone in da basement
My team's supreme stay clean triple beam lyrical dream
I be dat 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 da girls boo too much
I guess it's 'cos you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch never that if I did ain't no problem to get da where da true player's at
Throw yo' Rolies in da sky wave 'em side to side
And keep your hands high while I give yo' girl the eye
Player please lyrically niggas see
B.I.G. be flossin' jig on da cover of fortune
Five double O
Here's my phone number your man ain't got to know
I got da dough
I got da flow down pizat platinum plus like thizat
Names is rough on trizacks leave yo ass flizat

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