It's All About The Benjamins

Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryna 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 (uh, yeah)
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 de Janeiry
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
On your HOT97 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums
Five plus five's, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In something European chromed out with the clutch, what

I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga
Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor
I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green Benz Jeep
For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
You see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like
Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you
I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle

I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo)
Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota (uh)
Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)
From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (ahaha)
Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens, uh
Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo)
Pinkie ringin', gondolas with the man singin'
Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'
To my bizzalls, player, you mad false
Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's