Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
F#
Gm
F#
Uhh, uh- huh,
Gm
F#
Gm
F#
yeah
Uhh, uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uhh, uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins,
Gm
baby)
Goodfellas, uhh
F#
Verse 2
Gm
F#
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Gm
F#
Wanna be ballers, shot callers,
brawlers
Gm
F#
Who be dippin' in the
Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin' to get my hands on
some Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin' the raw deal,
Gm
three course meals
F#
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
Verse 3
F#
still, everything's real in the field
Gm
F#
And what you can't have now,
leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros over in Rio de Janeir- y
Ain't nobody's hero,
but I wanna be heard
On your Hot 9- 7 every day,
that's my word
Swimmin' in women wit they
own condominiums
Five plus five's, who drive Millenniums
Gm
F#
It's all about the Benjamins, what
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
Gm
F#
In somethin' European chromed out with the clutch,
Gm
what (I wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga)
Verse 4
F#
Drinkin' malt liquor, driv
in' a broke Viga
Gm
F#
I'm with Mo' sippers,
watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rocking Girbaud denims with gold
zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch, we kept ours,
Gm
F#
poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three- quarter
Gm
reptiles (hahaha)
F#
Enormous cream,
Gm
forest green Benz jeep
F#
For my team so while you sleep I'ma
Gm
scheme (that's right)
F#
We see through, that's why nobody
never gon' believe you
You should do what we do,
stack chips like Hebrews
Gm
F#
Don't let the melody intrigue you
(uh- uh), 'cause I leave you
I'm only here for that green
paper with the eagle
Verse 5
Gm
F#
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those
Gm
F#
colossal- sized Picassos
Gm
And have papi flip coke outside
F#
Delgado's (wooo!)
Gm
Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa
F#
And a Latin chick transportin'
Gm
F#
in the chocha
Stampedin' over,
Gm
pop Mo's, never sober
Verse 6
F#
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight
by Minnesota (uh)
Avoidin' NARCs with camcorders and
Chevy Novas (uh- huh)
Stash in the building with this chick
named Wilona (uh- huh)
From Daytona, when I was young,
Gm
I wanted to bone her (uh- huh)
F#
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty
pageants (hahahaha)
Gm
Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens,
F#
ugh (c'mon)
Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal
Gm
F#
Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe
Gm
F#
that's dark brown (wooo!)
Pinky- ringin',
Gm
gondolas with the man singin'
F#
Italian music down the river
with your chick clingin'
Gm
To my bizzalls, player, you mad false
F#
Actin' hard when you as pussy
as RuPaul's
Gm
C'mon, c'mon, uh- huh
Verse 7
F#
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins,
baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
Gm
F#
(It's all about the Benjamins,
baby)
Verse 8
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Fm
F#
Wanna be ballers, shot- callers (It's all
Fm
F#
about the Benjamins, baby)
Gm
F#
Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoil
Gm
F#
ers (It's all about the Ben jamins, baby)
On the low from the Jake in
the Taurus (Uh, uh)
Verse 9
Gm
What the bloodclaat
F#
Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?
Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole
family (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like The
Gm
Omen (Say what?)
F#
Have your friends singin',
"This is for my homie" (That's right)
And you know me from
makin' niggas so sick
Floss in my 6, with the 'lex on the wrist
If it's murder,
you know she wrote it (Uh- huh)
Gm
German Rugerfor yo'
Verse 10
F#
ass, bitch,
deep throat it (Come on)
Gm
Know you wanna feel the womb
F#
'cause it's platinum- coated
Take your pick,
Gm
F#
got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick,
Gm
player- hatin' from the sidelines
F#
Get your own shit,
why you ridin' mine? (Uh- huh)
Gm
F#
I'm a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy,
hold me down, baby!
Gm
Only female in my crew and I kick shit like
F#
a nigga do (Uh- uh)
Pull the trigger too, fuck you! (Uh)
Ebm
I been
Verse 11
Eb
had skills, Cristal spills
F#
C#
F#
Hide bills in Brazil,
about a mill', the ice grill
Cm
Fm
Make it hard to figure me,
liquor be kickin' me
F#
Gm
In my asshole (uhh), undercover,
Fm
Ab
F#
Eb
Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bent
Ebm
ley to twirl (Uh- huh)
F#
My West Coast shorty push the
chrome 740
Cm
Fm
Rockin' Redman and Naughty,
oh, where my kitty cat?
F#
Fm
F#
Gm
Half a brick of yay in the
F#
bra where her titties at
Eb
Eb
And I'm livin' that whole life,
Ebm
F#
we push weight (Uh- huh)
C#
Fuck the state
Verse 12
F#
pen,
fuck hoes in Penn State (C'mon)
Cm
Listen close, it's Francis,
Fm
the Praying Mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit
F#
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Right hand grip on the whip for
the smooth getaway
Ebm
F#
Playa haters,
get away or my lead will spray
Cm
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty,
don't tempt me
Only to Hell I send thee,
all about the Benjis, what?
Verse 13
F#
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
Verse 14
F#
(It's all about the Benjamins baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby)
Uh- huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby) yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins
baby)
Yeah, yeah yeah
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