text: Uh, uh-huh, yeah
  Uh, uh-huh, yeah
  Uh 
  Its all about the Benjamins
  Its all about the Benjamins
  Yeah
  Now, what yall 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
  Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
  Yeah, livin the raw deal
  Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and vеal
  But still, everythings real in thе field
  And what you cant have now, leave in your will
  But dont knock me for tryin to bury
  Seven zeroes over in Rio de Janeir-y
  Aint nobodys hero, but I wanna be heard
  On your Hot 9-7 every day, thats my word
  Swimmin in women with they own condominiums
  Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
  Its 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 somethin European chromed out with the clutch, what
  I wanna hold figures, fuck bein a broke nigga
  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a broke Viga
  Im with Mo sippers, watched by gold diggers
  Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers
  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 Ima scheme
  We see through, thats why nobody never gon believe you
  You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
  Dont let the melody intrigue you, cause I leave you
  Im only here for that green paper with the eagle
  Im strictly tryin to cop those colossal-sized Picassos
  And have papi flip coke outside Delgados 
  Tienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
  And a Latin chick transportin in her chocha
  Stampedin over, pop Mos, never sober
  Flexin Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota
  Avoidin NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas
  Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona
  From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her
  But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants
  Trickin and takin me skiin at the Aspens, ugh
  Gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
  Pack a black pistol in the Ac coupe thats dark brown 
  Pinky-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 RuPauls
  Come on, come on, uh-huh
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins
  Yeah
  Now, what yall 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? 
  Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family 
  Dressed in all black like The Omen
  Have your friends singin, This is for my homie 
  And you know me from makin niggas so sick
  Floss in my 6, with the lex on the wrist
  If its murder, you know she wrote it 
  German Ruger for yo ass, bitch, deep throat it 
  Know you wanna feel the womb cause its platinum-coated
  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
  All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin from the sideline
  Get your own shit — why you ridin mine?
  Im 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
  I been had skills, Cristal spills
  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill, the ice grill
  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin me
  In my asshole, undercover, Donnie Brasco
  Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl 
  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 Im livin that whole life, we push weight
  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State
  Listen close, its 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
  Squeeze off til Im empty, dont tempt me
  Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?
  What, what, what, what, what
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  What yall wanna do?
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers
  Its all about the Benjamins, hey
  Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers
  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus, what