It's All About The Benjamins - Viewed 61 times

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 lead you 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