It's all about the Benjamins, what?
Freakin' the three quarter reptiles
Listen close it's Francis, the praying mantis
Lex and Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
Five plus fives, who drive millineiums
Wanna be ballers? Shot callers?
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benji's, what?
I'm, a good fella kinda lady
Chromed out wit' the clutch, what?
From daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her
My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury, seven zeros over in Rio Dijanery
And somethin' European
Only female in my crew and I kick shit
Spaghetti, fettucini and veal but still, everything's real in the field
Know you wanna fill the room 'cause it's platinum coated
Drinkin' Malt liquor, drivin' a broke vigor
(Now, what y'all wanna do?)
Don't let the melody intrigue you 'cause I leave you, I'm only here
Like a nigga do, pull the trigga too, fuck you
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
(It's all about)
Squeeze off till I'm empty, don't tempt me
(I want all figgas fuck bein' a broke nigga)
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh
German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throat it
Have your friends singin' this is for my homey
Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers
And what you can't have now, leave when your will
Dressed in all black like the Omen
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin' from the sideline
Throw a hex on a whole family
If it's murder, you know she wrote it
Pack a black pistil in the ac' coupe that's dark brown
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin'
Swimmin' in women wit they own condominiums
And I'm livin' that, whole life, we push weight
Uh, uh huh, yeah
Pinky ringin', gondolas wit the man singin'
(On the low from the Jake in the Taurus)
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
And you know me, for makin' niggaz so sick
It's all about the Benjamins baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State
On your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
And the Latin chick tranportin' in the chocha
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine?
Lost your touch we kept thous, poppin' crystals
I'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers
(Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers)
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's
Yeah livin' the raw deal, three course meals
I been had skills, crystal spills
Come on, uh huh
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
Mienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa
Enormous cream, forest green, Benz jeep
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
(Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers)
Take your pick, got a fire arm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
Stash in the buildin' wit this chick named Alona
Publishers: DERIC ANGELETTIE MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.
Ain't nobody's hero but I wanna be heard
Actin' hard when you as pussy as Rupaul
Now what y'all wanna do?
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
Avoidin' narc's wit camcorders and Chevy novas
In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donny Brascoe
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
Rockin' bejor denims wit gold zippers
Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh?
Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin' me
Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Rockin' Redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat
It's all about the Benjamins baby, uh huh, yeah
Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand
Trickin', they takin' me skiing, at the aspens
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
It's all about the Benjamins baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Stash 380's in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby
For that green paper with the eagle
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' crystal
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
Well that's my east coast girl, the Bentley to Twirl
Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Songwriters: Deric Angelettie, Sean Combs, Teri Etlinger, Sean Jacobs, Kim Jones, Linda Laurie, Jason Phillips, David Styles, Christopher Wallace
It's all about the Benjamins baby, yeah
For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme