Puff Daddy Lyrics

Album: Unknown

It's All About the Benjamins Lyrics

(feat. The Lox)

 [Verse One: Puff Daddy]

 

 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

 

 [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)]

 

 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 

 

 [Verse Three: Sheek]

 

 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