All-all-all all about the Benjis
All-all-all all about the Benjis
Dressed in all black like The Omen
Uh-huh, yeah
What the bloodclaat
Uh-huh, yeah
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill, the ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin me
In my asshole, undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl 
My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740
Rockin Redman and Naughty — oh, where my kitty cat?
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at
And Im livin that whole life, we push weight 
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State
Listen close, its 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 Im empty, dont tempt me
Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
Its all about the Benjamins
What ... what
What
What
What the bloodclaat
Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?
Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family
Dressed in all black like The Omen
Have your friends singin, This is for my homie
And you know me from makin niggas so sick
Floss in my 6, with the lex on the wrist
If its murder, you know she wrote it
German Ruger for yo ass, bitch, deep throat it
Know you wanna feel the womb cause its platinum-coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit — why you ridin mine?
Im a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash .380s in Mercedes — Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do
Pull the trigger too, fuck you
Benjamins, baby
All about the Benjis, what
Benjamins, baby
What