Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Player haters, get away or my lead will spray Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties atĪnd I'm livin' that for life, we push weightįuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh) Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do
Stash 380's in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby! Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dickĪll that bullshit you kick, player-hatin' from the sidelines Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deepthroat it Have your friends singin', "this is for my homie"Īnd you know me from makin' niggas so sickįloss in my Six, with the 'Lex on the wrist (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) on the lowįrom the Jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the blood clot?) Wanna be ballers, shot-callers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)īrawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) It's all about the Benjamins, baby (uh-huh, yeah) Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'Īctin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's Pinkie ringin', gondolas with the man singin' Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens, uh Stash in the building with this chick named Willonaįrom Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone herīut now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso'sĪnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado'sĪnd a Latin chick transportin' in the chochaįlexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by MinnesotaĪvoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrewsĭon't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristalsįor my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (I wanna hold figures, fuck being a broke nigga)ĭrinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga In something European chromed out with a clutch, what I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts Swimmin' in women wit' they own condominiums Three course meals spaghetti, fettuccine, and vealīut still, everything's real in the fieldĪnd what you can't have now, leave in your willĪin't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard