Uh 
Uh-huh, yeah 
Uh 
Uh-huh, yeah
Its all about the Benjamins
Its all about the Benjamins
Its all about the Benjamins
Yeah
Now, what yall 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
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin the raw deal
Three course meals: spaghetti, fеttuccine, and veal
But still, evеrythings real in the field
And what you cant have now, leave in your will
But dont knock me for tryin to bury
Seven zeroes over in Rio de Janeir-y
Aint nobodys hero, but I wanna be heard
On your Hot 9-7 every day, thats my word
Swimmin in women with they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
Its 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 somethin European chromed out with the clutch, what
I wanna hold figures, fuck bein a broke nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a broke Viga
Im with Mo sippers, watched by gold diggers
Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers
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 Ima scheme
We see through, thats why nobody never gon believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Dont let the melody intrigue you, cause I leave you
Im only here for that green paper with the eagle
Im strictly tryin to cop those colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgados 
Tienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin in her chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mos, never sober
Flexin Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota
Avoidin NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona
From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants
Trickin and takin me skiin at the Aspens, ugh
Gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac coupe thats dark brown 
Pinky-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 RuPauls
Cmon, cmon, uh-huh
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins
Yeah
Now, what yall 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
Uh, uh, 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
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?
What, what, what, what, what
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
What yall wanna do?
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers
Its all about the Benjamins, hey
Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus, what