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Diddy
Diddy
Ведущий вокал
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Ведущий вокал
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Программирование
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Ведущий вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Автор песен
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Автор песен
David Styles
David Styles
Автор песен
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Автор песен
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Автор песен
Kimberly Jones (Lil' Kim)
Kimberly Jones (Lil' Kim)
Автор песен
L. Laurie
L. Laurie
Автор песен
Terry Etlinger
Terry Etlinger
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kimberly Jones
Kimberly Jones
Ассистент инженера
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Миксинг-инженер
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Продюсер
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Продюсер
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
Инженер звукозаписи
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Инженер звукозаписи
John Robert Meredith
John Robert Meredith
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(Goodfellas)
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
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 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 with their own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of **** for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In something European chromed out with a clutch, what?
I wanna own figures, **** being a broke ****
Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga
I'm 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 I'ma scheme
We 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 **** outside Delgado's Tienda
With cash flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the ****
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the building with this chick named Willona
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, uh
Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the a coupe that's dark brown
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 **** as RuPaul's
(Come on, come on)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Yeah, what y'all wanna do?
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers?
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
What the blood clot?
Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?
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' **** so sick
Floss in my six, with the 'Lex on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it
German Ruger for yo' **** deep throat it
Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, ****
All that **** you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines
Get your own ****, why you ridin' mine?
I'm a goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby
Only female in my crew and I kick ****
I been had skills, Cristal spill
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill, ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, **** be kickin' me
In my ****, undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl
My West Coast shawty 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 I'm livin' that for life, we push weight
**** state pen, **** at Penn State
Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand, spit
Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway
Player haters, get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off till I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, watch
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Written by: Christopher Wallace, David Styles, Derek Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Kimberly Jones, Sean Combs
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