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Mo Money Mo Problems
- P. Diddy
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Mo Money Mo Problems by P. DiddyKey: EmEm | Capo: 0fr |Verse 1 Em Bm Now, who's hot who not Am Bm Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores Am Em You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop C Bm Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, Em Bm the same ol pimp Am Bm Mase, you know ain't nothing change but my limp Am Em Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp C Bm Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love Em Bm You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up Am Bm We don't play around it's a bet lay it down Am Em Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now C Bm I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Em Bm Can't no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter Am Bm Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Am Em Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie C 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 me Am Em It's like the more money we come across C Bm The more problems we see Verse 2 Em Bm Yeah yeah, ahaha, I'm the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Am Bm Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly Am Em I call all the shots Rip all the spots, C 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 yacht Am Em Ten years from now we'll still be on top C Bm Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Em Bm Now what you gonna do when it's cool Am Bag a money much longer than yours Bm Am And a team much stronger than yours, Em C violate me This'll be your day, we don't play Bm Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Em Bm Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here Am Bm For you to shine here, deal with many women Am Em But treat dimes fair, and I'm C 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 me Am Em It's like the more money we come across C Bm The more problems we see Verse 3 Em Bm Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A Am Bm No info, for the, DEA Am Em Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant C Bm Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement Em Bm My team supreme, stay clean Am Bm Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Am Em Cat you see at all events bent C Bm Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Em Bm Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me Am Bm Bruise too much, I lose, too much Am Em Step on stage the girls boo too much C Bm I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Em Bm Me lose my touch, never that Am Bm If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Am Em Throw your rollies in the sky C Bm Wave em side to side and keep their hands high Em Bm While I give your girl the eye, player please Am Bm Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G. Am Em Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune C Bm Five double oh, here's my phone number Em Bm Your name, I got to know, I got to go Am Bm Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Am Em Like thizat, dangerous C Bm On trizack, leave your ass kizzack Chorus Em Bm Am Bm I don't know what, they want from me Am Em It's like the more money we come across C Bm The more problems we see
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