Texty: P. Diddy. It's All About the Benjamins (Remix).
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, 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 ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein' a broke nigga
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
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers
(C'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's
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
'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's
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
Avoidin' NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the buildin' wit this chick named Alona
From Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants
Trickin', they 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
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
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, 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 ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein' a broke nigga
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
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers
(C'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's
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
'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's
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
Avoidin' NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the buildin' wit this chick named Alona
From Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants
Trickin', they 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
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