It`s All About The Benjamins Lyrics

It`s All About The Benjamins

featuring The Lox

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now... what y'all wanna
do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot callers?
Brawlers who be dippin in the Benz
wit 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 fettucini and veal
But still everything's real in the
field
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 Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero,
but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in
women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive
Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of
ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in
European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse Two: Jadakiss
(overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the
clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo'
sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers
(c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the
three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest 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 lead
you

Verse Three: Sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal
sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda,
with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the
chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin
weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
(uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from
Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit
chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at
the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black
pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas
wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to
my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul