It's All About The Benjamins
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)
Goodfellas (uh)
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
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, three-course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
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 Janeiry
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
On your HOT97 every day, that's my word
Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In something European chromed out with a clutch, what
I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga
Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor
I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green, Benz jeep
For my team, so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) 'cause I leave you
I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo!)
Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa
And the Latin chick tranportin' in her chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mos, never sober
Lex and 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 I want to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants
Trickin' and takin' me skiing at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo!)
Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin'
Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's
C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh (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
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)
Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?
Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)
Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (that's right)
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)
Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)
I'm a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do
Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh)
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me
In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty push the chrome 740
Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at
And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit
Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway
Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
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 (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
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Goodfellas (uh)
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
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, three-course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
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 Janeiry
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
On your HOT97 every day, that's my word
Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In something European chromed out with a clutch, what
I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga
Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor
I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green, Benz jeep
For my team, so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) 'cause I leave you
I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo!)
Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa
And the Latin chick tranportin' in her chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mos, never sober
Lex and 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 I want to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants
Trickin' and takin' me skiing at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo!)
Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin'
Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's
C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh (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
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)
Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?
Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)
Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (that's right)
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)
Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)
I'm a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do
Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh)
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me
In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty push the chrome 740
Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at
And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit
Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway
Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
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 (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
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Jacobs, Deric Angelettie Deric Michael, David Styles, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Kimberly Jones, Linda Laurie, Jason Phillips, Terry Etlinger
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