All About The Benjamins (Armand Van Helden Mix)
All About The Benjamins (Armand Van Helden Mix)

All About The Benjamins (Armand Van Helden Mix) easy guitar chords by Puff Daddy

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    • Verse 1
    Uhh, 
    uh- 
    huh, 

    yeah 

    Uhh, uh- 
    huh, 
    yeah 

    (It's all about 
    the Benjamins, 
    baby) 

    Uhh, uh- 
    huh, 
    yeah 

    (It's all about 
    the 
    Benjamins, 

    baby) 

    Goodfellas, uhh 

    Verse 2

    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 
    Verse 3
    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 
    wit 
    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 
    wit 
    the 
    cuts 

    In 
    somethin' 
    European 
    chromed out 
    with 
    the 
    clutch, 

    what 
    (I wanna hold 
    fig
    ures, fuck 
    bein' 
    a broke 
    nigga) 

    Verse 4
    Drinkin' malt 
    liquor, 
    driv

    in' 
    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 5
    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

    Verse 6
    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 
    As
    pens, 

    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 

    C'mon, c'
    mon, uh- huh 
    Verse 7


    (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) 

    Verse 8
    Now, what 
    y'all 
    wanna 
    do? 

    Wanna 
    be 
    ballers, shot- 
    callers 
    (It's all 

    about 
    the 
    Benjamins, 
    baby) 

    Brawlers, 
    who 
    be 
    dippin' 
    in 
    the Benz 
    with 
    the spoil

    ers 
    (It's all 
    about the 
    Ben
    jamins, 
    baby) 

    On the low 
    from 
    the Jake 
    in 

    the 
    Taurus 
    (Uh, uh) 

    Verse 9
    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' 
    Verse 10
    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 
    side
    lines 

    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) 

    I 
    been 
    Verse 11
    had 
    skills, 
    Cristal 
    spills 

    Hide 
    bill
    s 
    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 
    Bent

    ley 
    to 
    twirl 
    (Uh- huh) 

    My 
    West 
    Coast 
    shorty 
    push 
    the 

    chrome 
    740 

    Rockin' Red
    man 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 
    Verse 12
    pen, 

    fuck 
    hoes 
    in 
    Penn 
    State 
    (C'mon) 

    Listen 
    close, 
    it's 
    Fran
    cis, 

    the 
    Praying 
    Mantis 

    Attack 
    with 
    the 
    MAC, 
    my 
    left 
    hand 
    spit 

    Right 
    hand 
    grip 
    on the 
    whip 
    for 

    the 
    smooth 
    get
    away 

    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? 

    Verse 13
    (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 

    Verse 14
    (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 

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