It's All About The Benjamins (feat. Lil' Kim, The Lox & The Notorious B.I.G.) - Ain't Armand Mix

Now, 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

Tryna get my hands on some Grants like Horace

Yeah, livin' the raw deal

Three course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal

But still, everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)

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 de Janeiry

Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard

On your HOT97 everyday, that's my word

Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums

Five plus five's, who drive Millineums

It's 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 something European chromed out with the clutch, what

I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga

Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor

I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)

Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)

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 I'ma scheme (that's right)

You see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you

You should do what we do, stack chips like

Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you

I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle

I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's

And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo)

Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa

And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha

Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober

Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota (uh)

Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)

Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)

From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)

But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (ahaha)

Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens, uh

Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal

Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo)

Pinkie 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 RuPaul's