"All About The Benjamins" lyrics
Take your name off of the list, AWOL no longer
It's an honour to appease you, I'm upon ya
I'm accomplished with Mike's in the booth, don't condone any
Bro that's rewriting the truth, you can liken me to
A Scorsese flick back in the '80s
Crazy with the narrative, vivid in the way he
Approachin' the subject matter, I shatter the manner
They spoke to the audience, toast and applaud me, bitch
No laborious ties for me to run it
Chris Brown like Eric Wright style, easy does it
Me in public, see, I got the ste' you covet
Stay crackin' it even on a zero budget
Wanna be the man? Then you gotta see the man
Introduce them to Captain Hook if they need a hand
No Peter Pan, grown with settling plans
But I'm so fly, you could say I never, never land
I'm quick to set up and
Do the damn thing, ran things while they stretching hamstrings
Even just the ramblings enough to put 'em in place
Have 'em bummed out, leave them with hood over face
Crumbed out, no food on the plate
And you thinking what you doing is great? That's not doing it, mate
Don't mistake me for dudes with a fake
All-over print Bape hoodie spewin' the same
Lame shit, dame shit that think they got some game shit
Same shit you hear, you're like, "That can't fuck with Dave's shit"
See, I walk the pavement, humble and stuff
But put me on the mic, you can't fuck with me, cunts
I'm the nicest around these parts, ain't tryna be hard
And if you thinking I'm not, you will retard
What more can I say? Spell it out to you
D-dot D-A-double-L-A-S
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
Yeah, what y'all 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?
Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?)
Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (That's right)
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (Come on)
Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated, take your pick
Got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)
I'm 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 (Uh, uh, uh)
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (That's right)
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me
In my asshole (Uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh)
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 I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (Uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in 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 (Get away)
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
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 an honour to appease you, I'm upon ya
I'm accomplished with Mike's in the booth, don't condone any
Bro that's rewriting the truth, you can liken me to
A Scorsese flick back in the '80s
Crazy with the narrative, vivid in the way he
Approachin' the subject matter, I shatter the manner
They spoke to the audience, toast and applaud me, bitch
No laborious ties for me to run it
Chris Brown like Eric Wright style, easy does it
Me in public, see, I got the ste' you covet
Stay crackin' it even on a zero budget
Wanna be the man? Then you gotta see the man
Introduce them to Captain Hook if they need a hand
No Peter Pan, grown with settling plans
But I'm so fly, you could say I never, never land
I'm quick to set up and
Do the damn thing, ran things while they stretching hamstrings
Even just the ramblings enough to put 'em in place
Have 'em bummed out, leave them with hood over face
Crumbed out, no food on the plate
And you thinking what you doing is great? That's not doing it, mate
Don't mistake me for dudes with a fake
All-over print Bape hoodie spewin' the same
Lame shit, dame shit that think they got some game shit
Same shit you hear, you're like, "That can't fuck with Dave's shit"
See, I walk the pavement, humble and stuff
But put me on the mic, you can't fuck with me, cunts
I'm the nicest around these parts, ain't tryna be hard
And if you thinking I'm not, you will retard
What more can I say? Spell it out to you
D-dot D-A-double-L-A-S
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
Yeah, what y'all 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?
Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?)
Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (That's right)
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh)
German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (Come on)
Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated, take your pick
Got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)
I'm 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 (Uh, uh, uh)
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (That's right)
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me
In my asshole (Uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh)
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 I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (Uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in 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 (Get away)
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
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
