Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's All About the Benjamins, artist - P. Diddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
It's All About the Benjamins |
| 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 with the Eagle |
| 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 |
| Interlude: Puff Daddy |
| C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh |
| It’s all about the Benjamins baby |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| It’s all about the Benjamins baby |
| 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 wit the spoilers |
| It’s all about the Benjamins baby |
| On the low from the Jake in the Taurus |
| Verse Four: Lil’Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude) |
| Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? |
| Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? |
| BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah… yeah yeah) |
| Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) |
| Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey'(that's right) |
| And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick |
| Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist |
| If it’s Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) |
| German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throated |
| Know you wanna fill the room cause it’s platinum coated |
| Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick |
| All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline |
| Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? |
| (uh-huh) |
| I’m, a Goodfella kinda lady |
| Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! |
| Only female in my crew, and I kick shit |
| Like a nigga do, pull the trigga too, fuck you |
| (Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) |
| Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G. |
| I been had skills, Cristal spills |
| Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill |
| Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe |
| Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) |
| My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 |
| Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat |
| Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I’m livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) |
| Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) |
| 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 |
| Playa 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 Benji’s |
| What? |
| Outro: Puff Daddy |
| It’s all about the Benjamins baby |
| Uh-huh, yeah |