It's All About The Benjamins

[Verse 1: Diddy] 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 de Janeir-y Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word Swimmin' in women wit they own condominiums Five plus fives, who drive millenniums 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 In something European chromed out with a clutch, what [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke 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, forest green, Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep I'mma 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 with the eagle [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal-sized Picassos And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowing like Sosa And a Latin chick transporting in her 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