Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo Money, Mo Problem, artist - InstaHit Crew. Album song Early Hip Hop Hits: The 90's, Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Drew's Entertainment
Song language: English
Mo Money, Mo Problem |
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 |
Who jewels got robbed who’s mostly Goldie down |
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp |
Mike, you know ain’t nuttin change but my limp |
Can’t stop till I see my name on a blimp |
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love |
You don’t believe in Harlem World double up |
We don’t play around it’s a bet lay it down |
Didn’t know me ninety-one bet they know me now |
I’m the young Newark child with the New Jersey sound |
Can’t no Ph.D. |
hold me down, Cooter |
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty |
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie |
True pimp spend no dough on the duty |
And then ya yell there go Mike 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 |
Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the J-to-the-E-to-the-E-Z-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 thinkin now’s |
When all the ballin stops, never 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 whatcha gonna do when it’s cool |
Bag a 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 |
Yeah, yeah yeah |
I don’t know what, they want from me |
It’s like the more money we come across |
The more problems we see |
Uhh, uhhh |
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, bein mice 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 Rollies in the sky |
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high |
While I give your girl the eye, player please |
Lyrically, I see, B.I.G |
Be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune |
Five double oh, here’s my phone number |
Your man ain’t got to know, I got to go |
Got the flow down pat, platinum plus |
Like that, dangerous |
On track, no hands back |
I don’t know what, they want from me |
It’s like the more money we come across |
The more problems we see |
What’s goin on? |
What’s goin on? |
I don’t know what, they want from me |
It’s like the more money we come across |
The more problems we see |
(repeat 3X to fade) |