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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 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 Euk for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit 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 Viga I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers SongtexteLost 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 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, 'cause I leave you I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Willona From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens, uh Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown Pinkie 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 Come on, come on 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? (it's all about the Benjamins, baby) Wanna be ballers, shot-callers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby) Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby) On the low from the Jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the blood clot?) Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singin', "this is for my homie" And you know me from makin' niggas so sick Floss in my Six, with the 'Lex on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deepthroat it Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin' from the sidelines Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's 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 spill Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me In my asshole, 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 for life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State 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 Player haters, get away or my lead will spray 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 (uh-huh, yeah) It's all about the Benjamins, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania