It's All About The Benjamins (Remix) - Viewed 60 times

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 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 I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal 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 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 Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist German Luger 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 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, with a trigga too, fuck you 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 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 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?? It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah