It's All About the Benjamins

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 Janeiro
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 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
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
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