It's All About The Benjamins (remix) Lyrics - P. 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, fettuccine, 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 

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 

Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers 

(C'mon) 

Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's 

Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles 

Enormous cream, forest 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 

'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you 

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

And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's 

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 

Avoidin' NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas 

Stash in the buildin' wit this chick named Alona 

From Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her 

But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants 

Trickin', they takin' me skiing, at the Aspens 

(C'mon) 

Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal 

Pack a black pistol in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown 

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