B-I-G P-O-P-P-A 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 bе that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holstеrs, 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. Mo Money Mo Problems More actions Listeners 14.5K Scrobbles 32.4K Join others and track this album Scrobble, find and rediscover music with a Last.fm account Sign Up to Last. repeat 2X Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y.