The Notorious B.I.G. - "Mo Money Mo Problems"

Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop

Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp

Now, who's hot who not

Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my limp

Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune

My team supreme, stay clean triple beam lyrical dream

Tap my cell and the phone in the basement

Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores

Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant

The more problems we see

Step on stage the girls boo too much

Gats in holsters girls on shoulders

And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square

You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop

Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter

Ten years from now we'll still be on top

True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty

Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O, P P A, no info, for the, DEA

Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly

Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky

I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound

Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie

I be that cat you see at all events bent

I call all the shots rip all the spots, rock all the rocks

I don't know what, they want from me