Mo Money Mo Problems

The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Mase & Puff Daddy

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publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Nile Rodgers, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Bernard Edwards, Steve Jordan
album: Track in album Life After Death
release date: 1997-3-25
popularity : 810 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap
length: 4:18
producer: Sean Combs and Stevie J
performer: Puff Daddy and Mase

Album Information

label: Bad Boy Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 786127301120
script: Latin

Cover Art

The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Mase & Puff Daddy Life After Death cover art

Lyrics

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Now, who's hot, who not?
You tell me who flopped? Who copped the blue drop?
The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
I'm the young harlem ***** with the goldie sound
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
True pimp *****s spend no dough on the booty

The more problems we see
I don't know what
The more problems we see
Yeah yeah, haha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
I call all the shots
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now's
***** never home got a chrome one and a yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Bag a money much longer than yours
Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play
'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
My team supreme, stay clean
Cat you see at all events bent
Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me
Step on stage the girls boo too much
Me lose my touch, never that
Where the true players at?
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Lyrically, *****s see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across


They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across
Now, who's hot, who not?
You tell me who flopped? Who copped the blue drop?
The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
I'm the young harlem ***** with the goldie sound
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
True pimp *****s spend no dough on the booty

The more problems we see
I don't know what
The more problems we see
Yeah yeah, haha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
I call all the shots
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now's
***** never home got a chrome one and a yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Bag a money much longer than yours
Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play
'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
My team supreme, stay clean
Cat you see at all events bent
Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me
Step on stage the girls boo too much
Me lose my touch, never that
Where the true players at?
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Lyrically, *****s see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across


They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across
Now, who's hot, who not?
You tell me who flopped? Who copped the blue drop?
The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
I'm the young harlem ***** with the goldie sound
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
True pimp *****s spend no dough on the booty

The more problems we see
I don't know what
The more problems we see
Yeah yeah, haha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
I call all the shots
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now's
***** never home got a chrome one and a yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Bag a money much longer than yours
Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play
'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
My team supreme, stay clean
Cat you see at all events bent
Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me
Step on stage the girls boo too much
Me lose my touch, never that
Where the true players at?
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Lyrically, *****s see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across


They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across
Now, who's hot, who not?
You tell me who flopped? Who copped the blue drop?
The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but my limp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
I'm the young harlem ***** with the goldie sound
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
True pimp *****s spend no dough on the booty

The more problems we see
I don't know what
The more problems we see
Yeah yeah, haha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
I call all the shots
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin' now's
***** never home got a chrome one and a yacht
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Bag a money much longer than yours
Violate me this'll be your day, we don't play
'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
My team supreme, stay clean
Cat you see at all events bent
Playboy, I told ya, bein' mice to me
Step on stage the girls boo too much
Me lose my touch, never that
Where the true players at?
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
Lyrically, *****s see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across


They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

They want from me it's like the more money we come across

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Life After Death (intro)
  • 2 Somebody’s Gotta Die
  • 3 Hypnotize
  • 4 Kick in the Door
  • 5 Fuck You Tonight
  • 6 Last Day
  • 7 I Love the Dough
  • 8 What’s Beef?
  • 9 B.I.G. (interlude)
  • 10 Mo Money Mo Problems
  • 11 Niggas Bleed
  • 12 I Got a Story to Tell
    CD 2
  • 1 Notorious Thugs
  • 2 Miss U
  • 3 Another
  • 4 Going Back to Cali
  • 5 Ten Crack Commandments
  • 6 Playa Hater
  • 7 Nasty Boy
  • 8 Sky’s the Limit
  • 9 The World Is Filled…
  • 10 My Downfall
  • 11 Long Kiss Goodnight
  • 12 You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)