Puff Daddy

It's All About The Benjamins

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby


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 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 which
lead you

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 Puff Daddy: C'mon,
C'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby

Uh-huh, yeah

(repeat 4 times:)

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?
BZZZZ, 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 throate d 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, with a trigga too, fuck you

(Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)


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??

It's all about the Benjamins baby

(Uh-huh, yeah)