| Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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| Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Goodfellas, uhh
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| Verse One: Puff Daddy
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| Now… what y’all wanna do?
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| Wanna be ballers? |
| Shot-callers?
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| Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
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| On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
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| Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
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| Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
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| Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
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| But still, everything’s real in the field
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| And what you can’t have now, leave in your will
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| But don’t knock me for tryin to bury
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| seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
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| Ain’t nobody’s hero, but I wanna be heard
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| on your Hot 9−7 everyday, that’s my word
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| Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
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| Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
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| It’s all about the Benjamins, what?
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| I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
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| Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
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| And swim in European figures
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| Fuck bein a broke nigga
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| Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)
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| I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
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| Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro’Vega
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| I’m wit Mo’sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
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| Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
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| Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
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| Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
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| Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
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| for my team so while you sleep I’ma scheme (that's right)
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| We see through, that’s why nobody never gon’believe you
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| You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
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| Don’t let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
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| Cause I leave you, I’m only here
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| for that green paper with the Eagle
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| Verse Three: Sheek
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| I’m strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso’s
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| And have papi flip coke outside Delgado’s (whoo!)
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| Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
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| And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
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| Stampedin over, pop Mo’s, never sober
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| Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
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| Avoidin NARC’s wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
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| Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
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| from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
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| But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
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| Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
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| Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
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| Pack a black pist-al in the Ac’Coupe that’s dark brown (whoo!)
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| Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
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| Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
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| to my bizzalls, player you mad false
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| Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul
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| Interlude: Puff Daddy
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| C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Uh-huh, yeah
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Now, what y’all wanna do?
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
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| Verse Four: Lil’Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)
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| Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
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| Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?
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| BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah… yeah yeah)
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| Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)
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| Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey'(that's right)
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| And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
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| Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
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| If it’s Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
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| German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throated
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| Know you wanna fill the room cause it’s platinum coated
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| Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
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| All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
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| Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? |
| (uh-huh)
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| I’m, a Goodfella kinda lady
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| Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!
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| Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
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| Like a nigga do, pull the trigga too, fuck you
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| (Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
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| Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.
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| I been had skills, Cristal spills
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| Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
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| Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe
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| Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
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| My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
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| Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat
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| Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I’m livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
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| Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)
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| Listen close it’s Francis, the Praying Mantis
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| Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
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| grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
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| Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
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| Squeeze off til I’m empty, don’t tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji’s
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| What?
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| Outro: Puff Daddy
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| It’s all about the Benjamins baby
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| Uh-huh, yeah |