Yeah vs. Mo Money Mo Problems (Matoma Remix) Lyrics
[Intro/Chorus:]
English motherfucker, do you speak it?!
Love is nice when it’s understood
Even nicer when it made you feel good
You got me flippin' why our love is old
Come on baby, let the good times roll [x4]
English motherfucker, do you speak it?!
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Watch out, my outfit's ridiculous
In the club lookin' so conspicuous
And roar, these women all on the prowl
If you hold the head steady, I'mma milk the cow (yeah!)
And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth (what?)
I won't stop till I get 'em in their birthday suit (yeah!)
So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes
I left the Jag and I took the Rolls
If they ain't cuttin', then I put em on foot patrol (let's go!)
How you like me now
When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand
Let's drink, you the one to please (yeah!)
Ludacris fill cups like double D's (yeah!)
Me and Ursh' once more, and we leaves 'em dead
We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed that say
YEAH! (Yeah!)
[Chorus:]
English motherfucker, do you speak it?!
Love is nice when it’s understood
Even nicer when it made you feel good
You got me flippin' why our love is old
Come on baby, let the good times roll [x4]
English motherfucker, do you speak it?!
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no info for the DEA
Federal agents mad ‘cause I'm flagrant
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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, mere mics 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 Rolies in the sky
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’
Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 double O
Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know
I got the dough, got the flow down pizat
Platinum plus like thizat
Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat
YEAH!
[Outro: Ludacris]
Take that and rewind it back
Lil' Jon got the beat that make your booty go
Take that, rewind it back
Ursher got the voice make your booty go
Take that, rewind it back
Ludacris got the flow to make your booty go
Take that, rewind it back
Lil Jon got the beat that make your booty go
