Various Artists (verzamel cd's)
Various Artists (verzamel cd's) - All About The Benjamins lyrics
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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 Good fellas, 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 Milleniums? 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 Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' crystals Freakin' the three quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green. Benz Jeep for my team So while you sleep, I'ma scheme 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 skiin', at the Aspens Uhh, Gangsta Mental, stay poppin' Crystal Pack a black pistal 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 pussy as RuPaul It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh huh, yeah 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 Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee, hah? Bzzt, throw a hex on a whole family Dressed in all black like the Oman Have your friends singin' this is for my homey 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 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 Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? I'm, a Good fella 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, pull the trigger to, fuck you I been had skills, crystal spill Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin' me In my asshole, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl 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 Fuck the State Pen, fuck 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 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 It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh, huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh, huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh, huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh, huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh, huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins, baby It's all about the Benjamins, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah