Puff Daddy – It’s All About the Benjamins (Remix) ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Lil’ Kim & the Lox

Download clean vinyl mp3 audio song by Sean Combs a.k.a Puff Daddy or P. Diddy titled “It’s All About the Benjamins (Remix) ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Lil’ Kim & the Lox”.

Actually this wonderful song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘No Way Out’ which was released in the year 1997.

 

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[Produced by D-Dot (The Mad Rapper)]

 

[Intro: Puff Daddy]

Uh, uh-huh, yeah

Uh, uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Uh, uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Goodfellas, uh

 

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]

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 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 with they own condominiums

Five plus five’s, who drive Millenniums

It’s 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

 

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

I wanna hold figures, fuck bein’ a broke nigga

Drinkin’ malt liquor, drivin’ a broke Viga

I’m with Mo’ sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)

Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (c’mon)

Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin’ Cristals

Freakin’ the three-quarter reptiles (hahaha)

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 (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 (wooo!)

Tienda, with cash flowin’ like Sosa

And a Latin chick transportin’ in the chocha

Stampedin’ over, pop Mo’s, never sober

Flexin’ Range Rovers dealin’ weight by Minnesota (uh)

Avoidin’ NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)

Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)

From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)

But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (hahahaha)

Trickin’ and takin’ me skiin’ at the Aspens, ugh (c’mon)

Gangsta mental, stay poppin’ Cristal

Pack a black pistol in the Ac’ coupe that’s dark brown (wooo!)

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 RuPaul’s

 

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]

C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

 

[Refrain: Puff Daddy (Lil’ Kim)]

Now, what y’all wanna do?

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Wanna be ballers, shot-callers

(It’s all about the Benjamins, baby)

Brawlers, 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 (Uh, uh)

 

[Verse 4: Lil’ Kim (Biggie)]

What the bloodclaat

Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?

Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah yeah)

Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?)

Have your friends singin’, “This is for my homie” (That’s right)

And you know me from makin’ niggas so sick

Floss in my 6, with the ‘lex on the wrist

If it’s murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh)

German Ruger for yo’ ass, bitch, deep throat it (Come on)

Know you wanna feel the womb ’cause it’s platinum-coated

Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick

All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin’ from the sidelines

Get your own shit, why you ridin’ mine? (Uh-huh)

I’m 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 (Uh-uh)

Pull the trigger too, fuck you! (Uh)

 

[Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.]

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 (uhh), undercover, Donnie Brasco

Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh)

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 I’m livin’ that whole life, we push weight (Uh-huh)

Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (C’mon)

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

Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray

Squeeze off ’til I’m empty, don’t tempt me

Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?

 

[Outro]

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Uh-huh, yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby) yeah

(It’s all about the Benjamins baby)

Yeah, yeah yeah