| Lyrics: | f Lil' Kim, The Lox, Notorious B.I.G.
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's
all about the Benjamins baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins
baby
Goodfellas, uhh
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 le |
