It’s All About the Benjamins (Shot-Caller Rock Remix I)

[Intro: Puff Daddy & FuzzBubble, Rob Zombie, Tommy Stinson]
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh (It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Yeah

[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 vеal
But still, everything's real in thе field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeroes 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
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 Hebrews
Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you
I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch & FuzzBubble, Rob Zombie, Tommy Stinson]
I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (Woo)
(It's all about the Benjamins)
Tienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in her chocha
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 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 that's dark brown (Woo)
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 & FuzzBubble, Rob Zombie, Tommy Stinson]
Come on, come on, uh-huh
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Yeah

[Refrain: 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

[Verse 4: Lil' Kim & (Puff Daddy)]
Uh, uh, what the bloodclaat (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Uh-huh)
Dressed in all black like The Omen
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 sideline
Get your own shit — 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 shit like a nigga do
Pull the trigger too, fuck you

[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, 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
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in 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
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: Puff Daddy & FuzzBubble, Rob Zombie, Tommy Stinson]
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
What, what, what, what, what
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
What y'all wanna do?
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers
It's all about the Benjamins, hey
(It's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus, what