Uh, uh -huh, yeah
Uh, uh -huh, yeah
It's all about the
Benjamins, baby
Uh, uh -huh, yeah
It's all about the
Benjamins, baby
Now, what y 'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers,
shot callers, brawlers
We'll be dipping in the
bins with the spoilers
On the low from the
Jake and the
Taurus
Tryna get my hands on
some grants like
Horace
Yeah, living the raw deal,
three course meal
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now,
leave when you will
But don't knock me for trying to bury
Seven zeroes over in
Rio de
Janeiro
Ain't nobody's hero
but I wanna be heard
On your hot 97 everyday,
that's my word
Swimming in women with
they own condominiums
Five plus fives, food drive millenniums
It's all about the
Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of
oomph for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
And something you don't
think about with the clutch
a bro digger
Drinking more liquor, driving a bro bigger
I'm with more sippers,
watch my gold diggers
Rocking
Bajor denims with gold zippers
Lost your touch?
We kept ours
Popping
Cristals, freaking the three
-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green,
Benz
G for my team
So while you sleep
I'ma scheme you see -through
So why nobody never
gon' believe you?
You should do what we do,
stack chips like
Don't let the melody intrigue you
Cause I'll leave you,
I'm only here for that green paper with
I'm strictly trying to cop those
Colossal -sized
Picassos
And have poppy -flipped
coke outside
Delgatos
They undock with cash
flowing like so -so
An d a
Latin chick transporting
in a cho -cho
Stamped ing over prop modes,
never sober
Flexin'
Range
Rovers, dealin' weight by
Minnesota
Avoiding arcs with camcorders and
Chevy
Novas
Stash in a building with
this chick named
Malona
From
Daytona,
when I was young I want the boner
But now I only hit chicks who
win beauty pageants
Trickin' and takin' me skin at the
Aspen's,
Gangsta mentality,
stay poppin' twist out
Pack a black pistal and a
acoupe that's dark brown
Pinky ringin',
gondolas with the man singin'
Italian music down the river
with your chick clingin'
Tell my bizos, player you're mad false
Act in' hard when you was pussy, it's
Rupauls
C'mon
It's all about the
Benjamins baby
Uh huh, ye
It's all about the
Benjamins baby
Uh huh, ye
It's all about the
Benjamins baby
Uh huh, ye
It's all about the
Benjamins baby
Uh huh, ye
It's all about the
What y 'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers?
Shot callers, brawlers
We'll be dippin' in the
bins with the spoilers
All alone from your
Jake and the
Porters
Wanna bumble with the
B, huh?
Pssst, throw a hex on the whole family
Dressed in all black like the old man
Have your friends singin'
this is for my homie
I'm your nomad for
makin' niggas so sick
Lost in my six with the
Lex on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it
German
Luger for your ass, bitch,
deep -throated
Know you wanna feel the rule,
cause it's black and coated
Take your pick, got a firearm,
you shoulda told it
Suck a dick, all that bullshit you kick
Player hatin' from the sideline,
get your own shit
Why you ridin' mine? I'm a good fella,
kind of lady
Stash you ladies in
Mercedes
Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
Like a n***a do,
n***a trigger too, fuck you
I been had skills, crystal still
Hot bills in
Brazil, about a mil' of ice grill
Make it hard to figure me,
liquor be kickin' me
And my ass hole, undercover,
Ronnie
Grasso
That's my
East
Coast girl, the
Bentley, the twirl
My
West
Coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rock a red man and naughty,
all the way my
kitty cat
Half a brick of yay, in the bra
Where my titties at, and I'm livin' that
Whole life we push weight,
fuck the state
Penn, fuck hoes in
Penn
State
Listen close, it's
Francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the map, my left hand spit
Right hand grip on the
whip for the smooth
getaway
Player haters get away
or my lead will spray
Squeeze off till I'm empty,
don't tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the
Benji
It's all about the
P. Diddy 
