Mase
Harlem World, Money Talks Soundtrack

Feels So Good

f/ Puff Daddy

You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to
Yeah, uh-huh

First Verse:
Yo, what you know about goin out?
Head wet, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride into
Bigger truck
Peace all
Glittered up
Sticker kid
Nigga what? Jig with the cut
Sip Cris, spit it up
Hoes ride, get your nut
Till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to man's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?
Hangin' on your balls
Lighting up drugs
Always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, but gets in my Rolls
Reck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex
To hold, East, West, every state
Come on, bury the hate
Millions the only thing
We in the area to make
Better friend or ex-friend
In a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin
Bring this BS to an end
Come on

Chorus:
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could

Verse Two:
You can't understand, we be
Ride kinky, sippin' DP
To the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's
They wanna be me
Nigga's talkin' shit
They ought to quit
I'm fortunate
They don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
Just started seing cars
Cause they alternate
So while you daydream
Mama's city gleam
And I deal with hoes
That pose
In Maybeline
One time you had it all
I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalog
I'll show you how daddy ball
Six cars in power
The five big stars
Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars
Nigga
It's like ya'll
Be talkin' funny
I don't understand language
In people with short money
Come on

Chorus

Verse Three:
Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
Well me personally
It's nuthin' personal
I do what work for me
You do what work for you
And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested
For nuthin domestic
And I chill
They way you met me
With a jet ski
Attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle
No mad rap
Ask Cat
Where my check be?
Problem with ya'll
I say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps
Started to eat
From no hoes at shows
To manaj in suites
Now I be the cat
That be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls
That used to hardly speak
Come on

Chorus 5X

 
Mase
Harlem World

Lookin' At Me

f/ Puff Daddy

Intro: Puff Daddy

(why you over there lookin' at me)
(why my girl standin' here)
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like?
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
And I'm with my honey
You got, well you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
Hit you with the ice-cooler, you know
Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggaz
Dig?

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants zag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no draws
In a stretch Lex with about ten doors?
How is murder?
Pete Ditty, name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he, he get busy
*** so much izzy, girls get dizzy
Niggaz on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got doe
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
*** by Donny Brascoe

Chorus

Verse Two: Mase

Yo, I can't get mad cause you lookin' me
Aha, cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear
This and every year, but they better listen here
You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own
Cause bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone
Plus it wont be long till they send me ***
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
Cause I'm mad fly and icy?
And why you can't satisfy yo wify
And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure
CD, TV, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover
So it's only right you get the cold shoulder
And if you got a girl, don't be real committed
Cause Mase will hit it, you gotta deal with it

Chorus

Verse Three: Mase

We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy
*** I'm with my family
Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named Tammy
Who looked good enough to be miss Miami
But say, since I'm her peeps, call her Candy
Than she starts to aks about Aaliyah and Brandy
Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's
He ain't tell you I was the one with no pennies?
Boo, you know how many he meet with no pennies? that's right
Please, tell me something that I don't know
Like if we have sex, you don't want doe
And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10
I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends
And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie
And please no hickies, cause wify's with me

Chorus

Mase
Harlem World

The Player Way

Verse One:
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that a@#!
From Memphis, #$%! around the world and then back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicin'
I flip a Benz, @#$! and plenty Benjamins
Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby, I got all the herbs that I need @#$
Smoke up a pound and leave you b@#$%! niggaz in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujah
Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
And @#$%! to tap boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Chorus:
Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love h!#'s
I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way
Verse Two: Mase
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
'less there's TV's in it
I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you !@# styles you wouldn't get back
You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that
You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at
I'm dead up, niggaz doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
Know for my Roley I was set up
I can't let up, you in some sh$%! that don't concern you
Send a bullet to your thermal, you know crazy
Chorus
Verse Three:
I've been waiting 20 minutes baby
Now @#$!
And do something outstandin' with yo !@#$
After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some
Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all
Yeah the women say it's good to have a confidant
But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month
See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they @#$
Front like they real and hold a fake in
You wastin' the time
Serious ballers and ready h@#'s, got da women walkin'
!@#! on da strip with steady toes
As I pull up, !@#$ the big and natural expertise
Plenty money workin' for @#%!
Whoever next to me @#^%
I'm straight up @$%^ it's time for a replacement
Chorus

Mase
Harlem World

Do You Wanna Get $?

f/ Puff Daddy

Verse One: Mase
Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now want they ass in my limo cause now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix yo, but Mase say N.O.
Figure once I make it, they fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now nigga tape won't blast, I laugh
Figure his days passed, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four years ago couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for doe
Now no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that roll

Chorus:
With all this money that we can make,
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?

Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yo, the reality of it all, lay by, can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, go Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cause it's less trouble
Make my doe and I just stack, no investment
I live of just that
Money, holes and clothes is shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
My hot jams yo, tell bi-coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money bag on anything that got my vocals
This is so true, I do what pros do,
Cause broke ain't a stage that I'm tryin' to go to
Dealers give me credit any place I go to
Jump out in the Benz say 'that makes owe you'

Chorus

Verse Three: Mase
See, the moral of the story is
I'm not here to replace Notorious
I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing
Harlem World style, pursue my dream, cause see
The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
You say you got mad hoes, well where's she tonight?
Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light
Messin' with me shorty, you'll be a-ight
Stop listen' to all them cats on the block
That tellin' you that Mase don't rock
Cause Mase is hot and Mase got a drop
And a yacht and a big knot to move you and yo moms
Off the block
For real though, Mase got real doe
That be in briefcases cats cue fo'
And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us
Cause I know you wan' have just all that's on us

Chorus till end

Mase
Harlem World

What You Want

f/ Total

Total:
Tell me what you want (repeat 5x)

Chorus:
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if it's right here
Something you can have for years
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if it's right here
Something you can have for years

Mase:
Now Mase be the man wanna see you doing good
I don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl in my eyes you the baddest
The reason why I love you, you don't lik me cause my status
I don't wanna see you with a cat rich living average
I wanna do my thing so we be established
And I don't want you rocking in Paris
I will give you karats till you feel youa rabbit
Anything in your path if you want you can have
Walk through the mall, if you like you can grab
Total it all up and out it on my tab
Then tell all your friends all the fun you had

Chorus

Mase:
Hey Mama, why don't you come here to Papa?
You don't like the way your tata's lookin at Shada?
In a 600 ain't no smokin cigada
Come over here I think i see your baby botta
There go the limit to my casha
If you in a rush you call me manana
Whatever you need girlfriend I got the whole enchilada
Just the way you like it Mase gonna do you propa
Girl I can tell you was meant for me
I can tell by the way you was sent for me
While I'm on tour trying to make them centuries
And they ask who your man you better mention me
If you dont you know you got a problems
If you want no beef girlfriend dont start none
And it just so happens that I'm seing cash
Cause you messed up a lot just trying to be phat
And I aint gonna ask who smashed the E-Class
Pull up to the rib with the whole front crashed
Now you wanna laugh and think thats the past
If you ever lie again that will be your ass

Chorus

Mase:
Now the more you treat me royal I adore you
That's why I dont mind doing these things for you
You did things for me I wouldn't believe you did
That's why I always want to keep you here
In a year or two I could see you with my kids
Girl, you make a thug want to get a legal gig
It's only right we spend our lonely nights
Gettin crazy biz till we awake the kids
Can't get to loud got respect for you honey
But keep it all real you come second to my money
Can you be my ghetto love prophecy?
Everybody love you girl not just me
And I know you really care a lot for me
I want to see you happy even if it's not with me

Chorus fades