It's All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix I)

P. Diddy, The Family2014年8月25日


It's All About The Benjamins (Rock Remix I) - Diddy (吹牛老爹)/The Family

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, fettuccine, 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

F**k bein' a broke ni**a

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, ni**a

Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a Bro' Vega

I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers

Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers


Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's

Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles

Enormous cream, forest 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

'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

And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's

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

Avoidin' NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas

Stash in the buildin' wit this chick named Alona

From Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her

But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants

Trickin', they takin' me skiing, at the Aspens


Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal

Pack a black pistol in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown

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 p**sy as RuPaul

It's all about the Benjamins baby

It's all about the Benjamins baby

Now, what y'all want to do

It's all about the Benjamins baby

Want to be ballers, shot-callers

It's all about the Benjamins baby

Brawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers

It's all about the Benjamins baby

On the low from the Jake in the Taurus

What the blood clot

Want to bumble with the Bee huh

Bzzz throw a hex on the whole family

Dressed in all black like The Omen

Have your friends singing "this is for my homies"

And you know me from making niggas so sick

Floss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist

If it's murder, you know she wrote it

German Ruger for your a** b**ch, deep throat it

Know you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated

Take your pick, got a firearm you should've toted

Suck a dick all that b******t you kick

Player hating from the sideline

Get your own sh*t, why you riding mine

I'm a Goodfella kinda lady

Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby

Only female in my crew and I kick sh*t

Like a ni**a do, pull the trigger too, f**k you!

I been had skills, Cristal spills

Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill

Make it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me

In my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco

Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl

My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740

Rocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat

Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at

And I'm living that fo' life, we push weight

F**k the state pen, f**k hoes at Penn State

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

Player 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