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Shot-Callers?\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nTryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\nYeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\nSpaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\nBut Still, Everything's Real In The Field\nAnd What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\nBut Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\nSeven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\nAin't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\nOn Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\nSwimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\nFive Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\nIt's All About The Benjamins, What?\nI Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\nFive Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\nAnd Swim In European Figures\nFuck Bein A Broke Nigga\nI Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\nDrinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\nI'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\nRockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\nLost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\nFreakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\nEnormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\nFor My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\nWe See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\nYou Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\nDon't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\nCause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\nFor That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n[Verse Three: Sheek\nI'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\nAnd Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\nMienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\nAnd The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\nStampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\nLex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\nAvoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\nStash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\nFrom Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\nBut Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\nTrickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\nUhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\nPack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\nPinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\nItalian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\nTo My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\nActin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n[Interlude:\n] Puff Daddy\nC'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 4x\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nNow, What Y'all Wanna Do?\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nWanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nUhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\nWanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\nBzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\nDressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\nHave Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\nAnd You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\nFloss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\nIf It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\nGerman Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\nKnow You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\nTake Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\nAll That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\nGet Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\nI'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\nStash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\nOnly Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\nLike A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n[Big:\n] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n[Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\nI Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\nHide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\nMake It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\nIn My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\nLent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\nMy West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\nRockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\nHalf A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\nAnd I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\nFuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\nListen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\nAttack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\nGrip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\nPlaya Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\nSqueeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\nOnly, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\nWhat??\n[Outro: Puff Daddy\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 8x","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] Uh, uh-huh, yeah\n[00:07.57] Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[00:12.95] Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[00:17.56] (Goodfellas), uh\n[00:21.11] Now, what y'all wanna do?\n[00:23.38] Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers?\n[00:27.03] Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers?\n[00:29.71] On the low from the jake in the Taurus\n[00:32.38] Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n[00:35.06] Yeah, livin' the raw deal\n[00:36.63] Three-course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal\n[00:39.91] But still (uh), everything's real in the field (yeah)\n[00:42.75] And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n[00:45.31] But don't knock me for tryin' to bury seven zeros over in Rio de Janeiry\n[00:50.77] Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard on your HOT97 every day, that's my word\n[00:56.21] Swimmin' in women (uh-huh) with they own condominiums (yeah)\n[00:58.86] Five plus fives who drive Millenniums\n[01:01.48] It's all about the Benjamins, what?\n[01:03.49] I get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts\n[01:06.08] Five carats on my hands with the cuts\n[01:08.80] In somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what\n[01:11.54] I wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga\n[01:12.12] Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor\n[01:14.72] I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)\n[01:17.49] Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)\n[01:20.10] Lost your touch, we kept ours\n[01:22.36] Poppin' Cristals, freakin' the three-quarter reptiles\n[01:25.56] Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\n[01:28.35] For my team, so while you sleep, I'ma scheme (that's right)\n[01:30.86] You see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n[01:33.59] You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\n[01:36.13] Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh), 'cause I leave you\n[01:38.93] I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle\n[01:40.94] I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal-sized Picassos\n[01:44.28] And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo)\n[01:47.24] Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\n[01:49.61] And a Latin chick transporting in the chocha\n[01:52.32] Stampeding over, pop Mos, never sober\n[01:54.93] Flexin' Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota (uh)\n[01:57.68] Avoiding NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\n[02:00.27] Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)\n[02:03.05] From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)\n[02:05.69] But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants\n[02:08.34] Tricking and taking me skin at the Aspens, uh (come on)\n[02:10.97] Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal\n[02:13.86] Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo)\n[02:16.65] Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin'\n[02:19.24] Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'\n[02:21.95] To my bizzalls, player, you mad false\n[02:24.74] Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's\n[02:28.21] Come on, come on, uh-huh (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:31.57] Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:34.18] Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:36.72] Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:39.49] Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:40.25] Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:42.72] Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:45.83] Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:48.91] On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)\n[02:51.57] Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?\n[02:53.60] Bzz, throw a hex (yeah) on the whole family (yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.50] Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)\n[02:59.09] Have your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\" (that's right)\n[03:01.32] And you know me from making niggas so sick\n[03:03.63] Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist\n[03:06.39] If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n[03:08.95] German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)\n[03:11.75] Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated\n[03:14.20] Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick\n[03:17.60] All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines\n[03:20.62] Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)\n[03:23.08] I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n[03:25.35] Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\n[03:28.93] Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do\n[03:32.22] Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh) (come on)\n[03:33.73] I been had skills, Cristal spills\n[03:36.10] Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)\n[03:39.17] Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\n[03:41.66] In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco\n[03:44.74] Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n[03:47.12] My west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\n[03:49.86] Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n[03:52.61] Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n[03:55.48] And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)\n[03:57.97] Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)\n[04:00.49] Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\n[04:02.94] Attack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\n[04:05.49] Right-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n[04:08.42] Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\n[04:11.05] Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n[04:13.86] Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n[04:16.91] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:19.35] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:22.06] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:24.54] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:27.39] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:29.75] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:32.70] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah\n[04:35.23] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah, yeah, yeah\n[04:38.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: It's All About the Benjamins\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 7570\n- text: 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What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  Wanna Be Ballers? Shot-Callers?\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Tryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\n  Yeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\n  Spaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\n  But Still, Everything's Real In The Field\n  And What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\n  But Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\n  Seven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\n  On Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\n  Swimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\n  Five Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\n  It's All About The Benjamins, What?\n  I Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\n  Five Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\n  And Swim In European Figures\n  Fuck Bein A Broke Nigga\n  I Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\n  Drinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\n  I'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\n  Lost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\n  Freakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\n  Enormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\n  For My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\n  We See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\n  You Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\n  Don't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\n  Cause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\n  For That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n  [Verse Three: Sheek\n  I'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\n  And Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\n  Mienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\n  And The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\n  Stampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\n  Lex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\n  Avoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\n  Stash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\n  From Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\n  But Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\n  Trickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\n  Uhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\n  Pack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\n  Pinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\n  Italian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\n  To My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\n  Actin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n  [Interlude:\n  ] Puff Daddy\n  C'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 4x\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Now, What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Wanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Uhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\n  Wanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\n  Dressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\n  Have Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\n  And You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\n  Floss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\n  If It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\n  German Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\n  Know You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\n  Take Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\n  All That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\n  Get Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\n  I'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\n  Stash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\n  Only Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\n  Like A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n  [Big:\n  ] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n  [Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\n  I Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\n  Hide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\n  Make It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\n  In My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\n  Lent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\n  My West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\n  Rockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\n  Half A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\n  And I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\n  Fuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\n  Listen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\n  Attack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\n  Grip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\n  Playa Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\n  Squeeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\n  Only, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\n  What??\n  [Outro: Puff Daddy\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 8x\n"},{"id":37631608,"name":"It’s All About the Benjamins","trackName":"It’s All About the Benjamins","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"All About the Benjamins","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nUhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nGoodfellas, Uhh\n[Verse One: Puff Daddy\nNow... What Y'all Wanna Do?\nWanna Be Ballers? Shot-Callers?\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nTryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\nYeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\nSpaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\nBut Still, Everything's Real In The Field\nAnd What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\nBut Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\nSeven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\nAin't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\nOn Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\nSwimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\nFive Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\nIt's All About The Benjamins, What?\nI Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\nFive Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\nAnd Swim In European Figures\nFuck Bein A Broke Nigga\nI Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\nDrinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\nI'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\nRockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\nLost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\nFreakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\nEnormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\nFor My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\nWe See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\nYou Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\nDon't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\nCause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\nFor That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n[Verse Three: Sheek\nI'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\nAnd Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\nMienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\nAnd The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\nStampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\nLex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\nAvoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\nStash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\nFrom Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\nBut Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\nTrickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\nUhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\nPack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\nPinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\nItalian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\nTo My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\nActin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n[Interlude:\n] Puff Daddy\nC'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 4x\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nNow, What Y'all Wanna Do?\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nWanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nUhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\nWanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\nBzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\nDressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\nHave Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\nAnd You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\nFloss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\nIf It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\nGerman Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\nKnow You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\nTake Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\nAll That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\nGet Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\nI'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\nStash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\nOnly Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\nLike A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n[Big:\n] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n[Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\nI Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\nHide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\nMake It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\nIn My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\nLent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\nMy West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\nRockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\nHalf A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\nAnd I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\nFuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\nListen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\nAttack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\nGrip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\nPlaya Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\nSqueeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\nOnly, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\nWhat??\n[Outro: Puff Daddy\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 8x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It’s All About the Benjamins\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: All About the Benjamins\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Goodfellas, Uhh\n  [Verse One: Puff Daddy\n  Now... What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  Wanna Be Ballers? Shot-Callers?\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Tryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\n  Yeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\n  Spaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\n  But Still, Everything's Real In The Field\n  And What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\n  But Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\n  Seven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\n  On Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\n  Swimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\n  Five Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\n  It's All About The Benjamins, What?\n  I Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\n  Five Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\n  And Swim In European Figures\n  Fuck Bein A Broke Nigga\n  I Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\n  Drinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\n  I'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\n  Lost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\n  Freakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\n  Enormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\n  For My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\n  We See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\n  You Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\n  Don't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\n  Cause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\n  For That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n  [Verse Three: Sheek\n  I'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\n  And Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\n  Mienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\n  And The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\n  Stampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\n  Lex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\n  Avoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\n  Stash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\n  From Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\n  But Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\n  Trickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\n  Uhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\n  Pack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\n  Pinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\n  Italian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\n  To My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\n  Actin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n  [Interlude:\n  ] Puff Daddy\n  C'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 4x\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Now, What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Wanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Uhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\n  Wanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\n  Dressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\n  Have Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\n  And You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\n  Floss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\n  If It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\n  German Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\n  Know You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\n  Take Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\n  All That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\n  Get Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\n  I'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\n  Stash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\n  Only Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\n  Like A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n  [Big:\n  ] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n  [Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\n  I Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\n  Hide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\n  Make It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\n  In My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\n  Lent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\n  My West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\n  Rockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\n  Half A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\n  And I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\n  Fuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\n  Listen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\n  Attack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\n  Grip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\n  Playa Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\n  Squeeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\n  Only, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\n  What??\n  [Outro: Puff Daddy\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 8x\n"},{"id":33860608,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins","trackName":"It's All About the Benjamins","artistName":"Diddy feat. 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word\nSwimmin' in women with they own condominiums\nFive plus five's, who drive Millenniums\nIt's all about the Benjamins, what\nI get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands with the cuts\nAnd somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\nI want it all figured out, fuck bein' a broke nigga\nDrinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga\nI'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers\nRocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers\nLost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals\nFreakin' the three-quarter reptiles\nEnormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\nFor my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme\nWe see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\nDon't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you\nI'm only here for that green paper with the eagle\n\nI'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's\nAnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado's\nMienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa\nAnd the Latin 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(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)\n[02:55.88] Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (uh-huh)\n[02:59.07] Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)\n[03:01.26] Have your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\" (that's right)\n[03:03.77] And you know me from making - so sick\n[03:06.06] Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist\n[03:08.82] If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n[03:11.41] German Ruger for yo' - throat it (come on)\n[03:13.95] Know you wanna feel the womb (yeah) 'cause it's platinum-coated\n[03:16.74] Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a -\n[03:19.98] All that bull-, player hatin' from the sidelines\n[03:22.95] Get your own -, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)\n[03:25.59] I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n[03:27.52] Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\n[03:31.08] Only female in my crew and I kick - (uh, uh, uh) (come on)\n[03:36.23] I been had skills, Cristal spills\n[03:38.48] Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill\n[03:41.45] Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\n[03:43.93] In my - cover, Donnie Brasco\n[03:47.07] Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl\n[03:49.47] My west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\n[03:52.15] Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n[03:54.96] Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n[03:57.76] And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight\n[04:01.15] - In Penn State (c'mon)\n[04:02.76] Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\n[04:05.42] Attack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\n[04:07.69] Right-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n[04:10.73] Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\n[04:13.35] Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n[04:15.84] Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n[04:19.18] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) yeah (it's all about the Benjamins)\n[04:21.73] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins)\n[04:24.22] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins)\n[04:27.04] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins\n[04:29.50] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) now, what y'all wanna do?\n[04:32.18] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawler\n[04:34.98] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers\n[04:37.82] On the low from the jake in the Taurus, why?\n[04:44.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About The Benjamins - 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spoilers\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n  Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah, livin' the raw deal\n  Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal\n  But still, everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin' to bury\n  Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\n  On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word\n  Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums\n  Five plus five's, who drive Millenniums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what\n  I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands with the cuts\n  And somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\n  I want it all figured out, fuck bein' a broke nigga\n  Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga\n  I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers\n  Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers\n  Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals\n  Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles\n  Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\n  For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme\n  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you\n  I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's\n  Mienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa\n  And the Latin chick transportin' in the chocha\n  Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober\n  Lex and Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota\n  Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas\n  Stash in the building with this chick named Alona\n  From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants\n  Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens\n  Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal\n  Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown\n  Pinkie ringin', gondolas with the man singin'\n  Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'\n  To my bizzalls, player, you mad false\n  Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins, baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins, baby\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  It's all about the Benjamins, baby\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the Benjamins, baby\n  Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers\n  It's all about the Benjamins, baby\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\n  Uh, uh, what the blood clot\n  Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh?\n  Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family\n  Dressed in all black like The Omen\n  Have your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\"\n  And you know me from makin' niggas so sick\n  Floss in my Six, with the 'Lex on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it\n  German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it\n  Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted\n  Suck a dick, all that bullshit you kick\n  Player-hatin' from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine?\n  I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380's in Mercedes\n  Puffy, hold me down, baby!\n  Only female in my crew and I kick shit\n  Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you!\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill'\n  The ice grill make it hard to figure me\n  Liquor be kickin' me in my asshole\n  Undercover Donnie Brasco\n  Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl\n  My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740\n  Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n  Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n  And I'm livin' that for life, we push weight\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State\n  Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\n  Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit\n  Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n  Player haters, get away or my 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Lil' Kim & The Lox) (Rock Remix I)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"It's All About the Benjamins","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\nUhh, uh-huh, yeah\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nUhh, uh-huh, yeah\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nGoodfellas, uhh\n\nVerse one: puff daddy\n\nNow... what y'all wanna do?\nWanna be ballers? shot-callers?\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\nOn the low from the jake in the taurus\nTryin to get my hands on some grants like horace\nYeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\nSpaghetti, fettucini, and veal\nBut still, everything's real in the field\nAnd what you can't have now, leave in your will\nBut don't knock me for tryin to bury\nSeven zeros, over in rio dijanery\nAin't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\nOn your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\nSwimmin in women wit they own condominiums\nFive plus fives, who drive millineums\nIt's all about the benjamins, what?\nI get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands wit the cuts\nAnd swim in european figures\nFuck bein a broke nigga\n\nVerse two: jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of puff daddy)\n\nI want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\nDrinkin malt liquor, drivin a bro' vega\nI'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\nRockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\nLost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals\nFreakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\nEnormous cream, forrest green -- benz jeep\nFor my team so while you sleep i'ma scheme (that's right)\nWe see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like *hebrews*\nDon't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\nCause I leave you, I'm only here\nFor that green paper which the eagle\n\nVerse three: sheek\n\nI'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized picasso's\nAnd have papi flip coke outside delgado's (whoo!)\nMienda, with cash flowin like sosa\nAnd the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\nStampedin over, pop mo's, never sober\nLex and range rovers dealin weight by minnesota (uhh)\nAvoidin narc's wit camcorders and chevy novas (uh-huh)\nStash in the buildin wit this chick named alona (uh-huh)\nFrom daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\nBut now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\nTrickin, they takin me skiing, at the aspens (c'mon)\nUhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal\nPack a black pist-al in the ac' coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\nPinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\nItalian music down the river wit your chick clingin\nTo my bizzalls, player you mad false\nActin hard when you as pussy as rupaul\n\nInterlude: puff daddy\n\nC'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah\n(repeat 4x)\n\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nNow, what y'all wanna do?\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nWanna be ballers, shot-callers\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nOn the low from the jake in the taurus\n\nVerse four: lil' kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)\n\nUhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\nWanna bumble wit the bee hahh?\nBzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\nDressed in all black like the oman (say what?)\nHave your friends singin 'this is for my homey' (that's right)\nAnd you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\nFloss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist\nIf it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\nGerman luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\nKnow you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\nTake your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\nAll that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\nGet your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)\nI'm, a goodfella kinda lady\nStash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!\nOnly female in my crew, and I kick shit\nLike a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n(big: yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\nVerse five: notorious b.i.g.\n\nI been had skills, cristal spills\nHide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill\nMake it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\nIn my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe\nLent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\nMy west coast shorty, push the chrome 740\nRockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat\nHalf a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\nAnd I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\nFuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)\nListen close it's francis, the praying mantis\nAttack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand\nGrip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\nPlaya haters get away or my lead will spray\nSqueeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\nOnly, to hell I send thee, all about the benji's\nWhat??\n\nOutro: puff daddy\n\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah\n(repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins (feat. Lil' Kim & The Lox) (Rock Remix I)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: It's All About the Benjamins\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Goodfellas, uhh\n\n  Verse one: puff daddy\n\n  Now... what y'all wanna do?\n  Wanna be ballers? shot-callers?\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\n  On the low from the jake in the taurus\n  Tryin to get my hands on some grants like horace\n  Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\n  Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal\n  But still, everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin to bury\n  Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\n  On your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\n  Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums\n  Five plus fives, who drive millineums\n  It's all about the benjamins, what?\n  I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands wit the cuts\n  And swim in european figures\n  Fuck bein a broke nigga\n\n  Verse two: jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of puff daddy)\n\n  I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\n  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a bro' vega\n  I'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\n  Rockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals\n  Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\n  Enormous cream, forrest green -- benz jeep\n  For my team so while you sleep i'ma scheme (that's right)\n  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like *hebrews*\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\n  Cause I leave you, I'm only here\n  For that green paper which the eagle\n\n  Verse three: sheek\n\n  I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside delgado's (whoo!)\n  Mienda, with cash flowin like sosa\n  And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\n  Stampedin over, pop mo's, never sober\n  Lex and range rovers dealin weight by minnesota (uhh)\n  Avoidin narc's wit camcorders and chevy novas (uh-huh)\n  Stash in the buildin wit this chick named alona (uh-huh)\n  From daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\n  Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the aspens (c'mon)\n  Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal\n  Pack a black pist-al in the ac' coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\n  Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\n  Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin\n  To my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Actin hard when you as pussy as rupaul\n\n  Interlude: puff daddy\n\n  C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n  (repeat 4x)\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  On the low from the jake in the taurus\n\n  Verse four: lil' kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)\n\n  Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\n  Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\n  Dressed in all black like the oman (say what?)\n  Have your friends singin 'this is for my homey' (that's right)\n  And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\n  Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n  German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\n  Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\n  All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)\n  I'm, a goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!\n  Only female in my crew, and I kick shit\n  Like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n  (big: yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\n  Verse five: notorious b.i.g.\n\n  I been had skills, cristal spills\n  Hide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill\n  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\n  In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe\n  Lent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n  My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n  Rockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat\n  Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\n  And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)\n  Listen close it's francis, the praying mantis\n  Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n  Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n  Playa haters get away or my lead will spray\n  Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only, to hell I send thee, all about the benji's\n  What??\n\n  Outro: puff daddy\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n  (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":9326580,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins (feat. 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(uh-huh)\nI'm, a goodfella kinda lady\nStash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!\nOnly female in my crew, and I kick shit\nLike a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n(big: yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\nVerse five: notorious b.i.g.\n\nI been had skills, cristal spills\nHide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill\nMake it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\nIn my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe\nLent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\nMy west coast shorty, push the chrome 740\nRockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat\nHalf a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\nAnd I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\nFuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)\nListen close it's francis, the praying mantis\nAttack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand\nGrip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\nPlaya haters get away or my lead will spray\nSqueeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\nOnly, to hell I send thee, all about the benji's\nWhat??\n\nOutro: puff daddy\n\nIt's all about the benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah\n(repeat 8x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins (feat. Lil' Kim & The Lox) (Rock Remix II)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: It's All About the Benjamins\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uhh, uh-huh, yeah\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Goodfellas, uhh\n\n  Verse one: puff daddy\n\n  Now... what y'all wanna do?\n  Wanna be ballers? shot-callers?\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\n  On the low from the jake in the taurus\n  Tryin to get my hands on some grants like horace\n  Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\n  Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal\n  But still, everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin to bury\n  Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\n  On your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\n  Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums\n  Five plus fives, who drive millineums\n  It's all about the benjamins, what?\n  I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands wit the cuts\n  And swim in european figures\n  Fuck bein a broke nigga\n\n  Verse two: jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of puff daddy)\n\n  I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\n  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a bro' vega\n  I'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\n  Rockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals\n  Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\n  Enormous cream, forrest green -- benz jeep\n  For my team so while you sleep i'ma scheme (that's right)\n  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like *hebrews*\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\n  Cause I leave you, I'm only here\n  For that green paper which the eagle\n\n  Verse three: sheek\n\n  I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside delgado's (whoo!)\n  Mienda, with cash flowin like sosa\n  And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\n  Stampedin over, pop mo's, never sober\n  Lex and range rovers dealin weight by minnesota (uhh)\n  Avoidin narc's wit camcorders and chevy novas (uh-huh)\n  Stash in the buildin wit this chick named alona (uh-huh)\n  From daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\n  Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the aspens (c'mon)\n  Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal\n  Pack a black pist-al in the ac' coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\n  Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\n  Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin\n  To my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Actin hard when you as pussy as rupaul\n\n  Interlude: puff daddy\n\n  C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n  (repeat 4x)\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  On the low from the jake in the taurus\n\n  Verse four: lil' kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)\n\n  Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\n  Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\n  Dressed in all black like the oman (say what?)\n  Have your friends singin 'this is for my homey' (that's right)\n  And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\n  Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n  German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\n  Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\n  All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)\n  I'm, a goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!\n  Only female in my crew, and I kick shit\n  Like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n  (big: yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\n  Verse five: notorious b.i.g.\n\n  I been had skills, cristal spills\n  Hide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill\n  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\n  In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe\n  Lent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n  My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n  Rockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat\n  Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\n  And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)\n  Listen close it's francis, the praying mantis\n  Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n  Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n  Playa haters get away or my lead will spray\n  Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only, to hell I send thee, all about the benji's\n  What??\n\n  Outro: puff daddy\n\n  It's all about the benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n  (repeat 8x)\n"},{"id":9326579,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins (feat. 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Shot-callers?\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\nTryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\nYeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\nSpaghetti, fettucini, and veal\nBut still, everything's real in the field\nAnd what you can't have now, leave in your will\nBut don't knock me for tryin to bury\nseven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery\nAin't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\non your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\nSwimmin in women wit they own condominiums\nFive plus Fives, who drive Millineums\nIt's all about the Benjamins, what?\nI get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands wit the cuts\nAnd swim in European figures\nFuck bein a broke nigga\n\nI want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\nDrinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega\nI'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\nRockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\nLost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals\nFreakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\nEnormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep\nfor my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)\nWe see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)\nDon't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\nCause I leave you, I'm only here\nfor that green paper which the eagle\n\nI'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's\nAnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)\nMienda, with cash flowin like Sosa\nAnd the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\nStampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober\nLex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)\nAvoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\nStash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)\nfrom Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\nBut now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\nTrickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)\nUhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal\nPack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\nPinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\nItalian music down the river wit your chick clingin\nto my bizzalls, player you mad false\nActin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\nPuff Daddy\n\nC'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nNow, what y'all wanna do?\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nWanna be ballers, shot-callers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\nUhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\nWanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?\nBZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\nDressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)\nHave your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)\nAnd you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\nFloss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist\nIf it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)\nGerman Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\nKnow you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\nTake your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\nAll that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\nGet your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)\nI'm, a Goodfella kinda lady\nStash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!\nOnly female in my crew, and I kick shit\nlike a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n(Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\nI been had skills, Cristal spills\nHide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill\nMake it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\nin my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe\nLent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\nMy West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\nRockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat\nHalf a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\nAnd I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\nFuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)\nListen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\nAttack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\ngrip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\nPlaya haters get away or my lead will spray\nSqueeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\nOnly, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\nWhat??\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins (feat. 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Shot-callers?\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n  Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\n  Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal\n  But still, everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin to bury\n  seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\n  on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\n  Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums\n  Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what?\n  I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands wit the cuts\n  And swim in European figures\n  Fuck bein a broke nigga\n\n  I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\n  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega\n  I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals\n  Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\n  Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep\n  for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)\n  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\n  Cause I leave you, I'm only here\n  for that green paper which the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)\n  Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa\n  And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\n  Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober\n  Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)\n  Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\n  Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)\n  from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\n  Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)\n  Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal\n  Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\n  Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\n  Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin\n  to my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\n  Puff Daddy\n\n  C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\n  Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\n  Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?\n  BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\n  Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)\n  Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)\n  And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\n  Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist\n  If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)\n  German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\n  Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\n  All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? 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Shot-callers?\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\nTryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\nYeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\nSpaghetti, fettucini, and veal\nBut still, everything's real in the field\nAnd what you can't have now, leave in your will\nBut don't knock me for tryin to bury\nseven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery\nAin't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\non your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\nSwimmin in women wit they own condominiums\nFive plus Fives, who drive Millineums\nIt's all about the Benjamins, what?\nI get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands wit the cuts\nAnd swim in European figures\nFuck bein a broke nigga\n\nI want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\nDrinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega\nI'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\nRockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\nLost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals\nFreakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\nEnormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep\nfor my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)\nWe see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)\nDon't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\nCause I leave you, I'm only here\nfor that green paper which the eagle\n\nI'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's\nAnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)\nMienda, with cash flowin like Sosa\nAnd the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\nStampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober\nLex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)\nAvoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\nStash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)\nfrom Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\nBut now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\nTrickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)\nUhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal\nPack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\nPinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\nItalian music down the river wit your chick clingin\nto my bizzalls, player you mad false\nActin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\nPuff Daddy\n\nC'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nUh-huh, yeah\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nNow, what y'all wanna do?\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nWanna be ballers, shot-callers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nBrawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\nUhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\nWanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?\nBZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\nDressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)\nHave your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)\nAnd you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\nFloss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist\nIf it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)\nGerman Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\nKnow you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\nTake your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\nAll that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\nGet your own shit, why you ridin mine? 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Shot-callers?\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n  Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals\n  Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal\n  But still, everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin to bury\n  seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard\n  on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word\n  Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums\n  Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what?\n  I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands wit the cuts\n  And swim in European figures\n  Fuck bein a broke nigga\n\n  I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga\n  Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega\n  I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals\n  Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)\n  Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep\n  for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)\n  We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)\n  Cause I leave you, I'm only here\n  for that green paper which the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)\n  Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa\n  And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha\n  Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober\n  Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)\n  Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\n  Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)\n  from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)\n  Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)\n  Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal\n  Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)\n  Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin\n  Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin\n  to my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\n  Puff Daddy\n\n  C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\n  Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?\n  Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?\n  BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)\n  Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)\n  Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)\n  And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick\n  Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist\n  If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)\n  German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated\n  Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick\n  All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)\n  I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!\n  Only female in my crew, and I kick shit\n  like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n  (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill\n  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\n  in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe\n  Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n  My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n  Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat\n  Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\n  And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)\n  Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\n  Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n  grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n  Playa haters get away or my lead will spray\n  Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\n  What??\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Uh-huh, yeah\n"},{"id":8470731,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins - Remix","trackName":"It's All About the Benjamins - Remix","artistName":"Diddy/The Notorious B.I.G./Lil' Kim/The LOX","albumName":"BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's all about the Benjamins baby\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\n\nNow, what y'all want to do\nWant to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers\nWho be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\nTrying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\nYeah living the raw deal, three course meals; spaghetti, fettuccine and veal\nBut still everything's real in the field\nAnd what you can't have now, leave in your will\nBut don't knock me for trying to bury\nSeven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry\nAin't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard\nOn your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word\nSwimming in women with they own condominiums\nFive plus fives, who drive Millenniums\nIt's all about the Benjamins, what\nI get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands with the cuts\nAnd something European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\nI want it all figured out, fuck being a broke nigga\nDrinking malt liquor, driving a broke Viga\nI'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers\nRocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers\nLost your touch we kept ours, popping Cristals\nFreaking the three-quarter reptiles\nEnormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\nFor my team so while you sleep I'm a scheme\nWe see through, that's why nobody never going to believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\nDon't let the melody intrigue you\nBecause I leave you, I'm only here\nFor that green paper with the eagle\n\nI'm strictly trying to cop those colossal sized Picasso's\nAnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado's\nMienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\nAnd the Latin chick transporting in the chocha\nStampeding over, pop Mo's, never sober\nLex and Range Rovers dealing weight by Minnesota\nAvoiding narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas\nStash in the building with this chick named Alona\nFrom Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her\nBut now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants\nTricking and taking me skiing, at the Aspens\nGangsta mental, stay popping Cristal\nPack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown\nPinkie ringing, gondolas with the man singing\nItalian music down the river with your chick clinging\nTo my bizzalls, player you mad false\nActing hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nNow, what y'all want to do\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nWant to be ballers, shot-callers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nBrawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nOn the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\nWhat the blood clot\nWant to bumble with the Bee huh\nBzzz throw a hex on the whole family\nDressed in all black like The Omen\nHave your friends singing \"this is for my homies\"\nAnd you know me from making niggas so sick\nFloss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist\nIf it's murder, you know she wrote it\nGerman Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throat it\nKnow you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated\nTake your pick, got a firearm you should've toted\nSuck a dick all that bullshit you kick\nPlayer hating from the sideline\nGet your own shit, why you riding mine\nI'm a Goodfella kinda lady\nStash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby\nOnly female in my crew and I kick shit\nLike a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you!\n\nI been had skills, Cristal spills\nHide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill\nMake it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me\nIn my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco\nLeft my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl\nMy West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\nRocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat\nHalf a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\nAnd I'm living that fo' life, we push weight\nFuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State\nListen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\nAttack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\nGrip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\nPlayer haters get away or my lead will spray\nSqueeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\nOnly to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\nWhat\n\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby\nIt's all about the Benjamins baby...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins - Remix\n  artist: Diddy/The Notorious B.I.G./Lil' Kim/The LOX\n  album: 'BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist'\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n\n  Now, what y'all want to do\n  Want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers\n  Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n  Trying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah living the raw deal, three course meals; spaghetti, fettuccine and veal\n  But still everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for trying to bury\n  Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard\n  On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word\n  Swimming in women with they own condominiums\n  Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what\n  I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands with the cuts\n  And something European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\n  I want it all figured out, fuck being a broke nigga\n  Drinking malt liquor, driving a broke Viga\n  I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers\n  Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, popping Cristals\n  Freaking the three-quarter reptiles\n  Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\n  For my team so while you sleep I'm a scheme\n  We see through, that's why nobody never going to believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you\n  Because I leave you, I'm only here\n  For that green paper with the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal sized Picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's\n  Mienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\n  And the Latin chick transporting in the chocha\n  Stampeding over, pop Mo's, never sober\n  Lex and Range Rovers dealing weight by Minnesota\n  Avoiding narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas\n  Stash in the building with this chick named Alona\n  From Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants\n  Tricking and taking me skiing, at the Aspens\n  Gangsta mental, stay popping Cristal\n  Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown\n  Pinkie ringing, gondolas with the man singing\n  Italian music down the river with your chick clinging\n  To my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all want to do\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Want to be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Brawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\n  What the blood clot\n  Want to bumble with the Bee huh\n  Bzzz throw a hex on the whole family\n  Dressed in all black like The Omen\n  Have your friends singing \"this is for my homies\"\n  And you know me from making niggas so sick\n  Floss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it\n  German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throat it\n  Know you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you should've toted\n  Suck a dick all that bullshit you kick\n  Player hating from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you riding mine\n  I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby\n  Only female in my crew and I kick shit\n  Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you!\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill\n  Make it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me\n  In my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco\n  Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl\n  My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n  Rocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat\n  Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n  And I'm living that fo' life, we push weight\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State\n  Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\n  Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n  Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n  Player haters get away or my lead will spray\n  Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\n  What\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby...\n"},{"id":19733039,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins (feat. 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Shot-Callers?\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nTryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\nYeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\nSpaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\nBut Still, Everything's Real In The Field\nAnd What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\nBut Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\nSeven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\nAin't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\nOn Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\nSwimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\nFive Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\nIt's All About The Benjamins, What?\nI Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\nFive Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\nAnd Swim In European Figures\nFuck Bein A Broke Nigga\nI Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\nDrinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\nI'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\nRockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\nLost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\nFreakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\nEnormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\nFor My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\nWe See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\nYou Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\nDon't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\nCause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\nFor That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n[Verse Three: Sheek\nI'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\nAnd Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\nMienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\nAnd The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\nStampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\nLex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\nAvoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\nStash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\nFrom Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\nBut Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\nTrickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\nUhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\nPack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\nPinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\nItalian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\nTo My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\nActin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n[Interlude:\n] Puff Daddy\nC'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 4x\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nNow, What Y'all Wanna Do?\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nWanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nUhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\nWanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\nBzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\nDressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\nHave Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\nAnd You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\nFloss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\nIf It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\nGerman Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\nKnow You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\nTake Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\nAll That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\nGet Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\nI'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\nStash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\nOnly Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\nLike A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n[Big:\n] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n[Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\nI Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\nHide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\nMake It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\nIn My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\nLent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\nMy West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\nRockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\nHalf A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\nAnd I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\nFuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\nListen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\nAttack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\nGrip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\nPlaya Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\nSqueeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\nOnly, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\nWhat??\n[Outro: Puff Daddy\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 8x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Bad Boy’s 10th Anniversary... 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Shot-Callers?\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Tryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\n  Yeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\n  Spaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\n  But Still, Everything's Real In The Field\n  And What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\n  But Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\n  Seven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\n  On Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\n  Swimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\n  Five Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\n  It's All About The Benjamins, What?\n  I Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\n  Five Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\n  And Swim In European Figures\n  Fuck Bein A Broke Nigga\n  I Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\n  Drinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\n  I'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\n  Lost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\n  Freakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\n  Enormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\n  For My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\n  We See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\n  You Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\n  Don't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\n  Cause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\n  For That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n  [Verse Three: Sheek\n  I'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\n  And Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\n  Mienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\n  And The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\n  Stampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\n  Lex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\n  Avoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\n  Stash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\n  From Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\n  But Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\n  Trickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\n  Uhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\n  Pack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\n  Pinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\n  Italian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\n  To My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\n  Actin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n  [Interlude:\n  ] Puff Daddy\n  C'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 4x\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Now, What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Wanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Uhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\n  Wanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\n  Dressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\n  Have Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\n  And You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\n  Floss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\n  If It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\n  German Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\n  Know You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\n  Take Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\n  All That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\n  Get Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\n  I'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\n  Stash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\n  Only Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\n  Like A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n  [Big:\n  ] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n  [Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\n  I Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\n  Hide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\n  Make It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\n  In My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\n  Lent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\n  My West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\n  Rockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\n  Half A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\n  And I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\n  Fuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\n  Listen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\n  Attack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\n  Grip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\n  Playa Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\n  Squeeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\n  Only, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\n  What??\n  [Outro: Puff Daddy\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 8x\n"},{"id":39161295,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins","trackName":"It's All About the Benjamins","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"No Way Out","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nUhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nGoodfellas, Uhh\n[Verse One: Puff Daddy\nNow... What Y'all Wanna Do?\nWanna Be Ballers? Shot-Callers?\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nTryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\nYeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\nSpaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\nBut Still, Everything's Real In The Field\nAnd What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\nBut Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\nSeven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\nAin't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\nOn Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\nSwimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\nFive Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\nIt's All About The Benjamins, What?\nI Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\nFive Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\nAnd Swim In European Figures\nFuck Bein A Broke Nigga\nI Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\nDrinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\nI'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\nRockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\nLost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\nFreakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\nEnormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\nFor My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\nWe See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\nYou Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\nDon't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\nCause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\nFor That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n[Verse Three: Sheek\nI'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\nAnd Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\nMienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\nAnd The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\nStampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\nLex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\nAvoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\nStash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\nFrom Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\nBut Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\nTrickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\nUhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\nPack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\nPinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\nItalian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\nTo My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\nActin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n[Interlude:\n] Puff Daddy\nC'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 4x\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nNow, What Y'all Wanna Do?\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nWanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nBrawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nOn The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\nUhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\nWanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\nBzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\nDressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\nHave Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\nAnd You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\nFloss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\nIf It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\nGerman Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\nKnow You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\nTake Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\nAll That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\nGet Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\nI'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\nStash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\nOnly Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\nLike A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n[Big:\n] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n[Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\nI Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\nHide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\nMake It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\nIn My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\nLent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\nMy West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\nRockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\nHalf A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\nAnd I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\nFuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\nListen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\nAttack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\nGrip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\nPlaya Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\nSqueeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\nOnly, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\nWhat??\n[Outro: Puff Daddy\nIt's All About The Benjamins Baby\nUh-Huh, Yeah\n[Repeat 8x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: No Way Out\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uhh, Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Goodfellas, Uhh\n  [Verse One: Puff Daddy\n  Now... What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  Wanna Be Ballers? Shot-Callers?\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Tryin To Get My Hands On Some Grants Like Horace\n  Yeah Livin The Raw Deal, Three Course Meals\n  Spaghetti, Fettucini, And Veal\n  But Still, Everything's Real In The Field\n  And What You Can't Have Now, Leave In Your Will\n  But Don't Knock Me For Tryin To Bury\n  Seven Zeros, Over In Rio Dijanery\n  Ain't Nobody's Hero, But I Wanna Be Heard\n  On Your Hot 9-7 Everyday, That's My Word\n  Swimmin In Women Wit They Own Condominiums\n  Five Plus Fives, Who Drive Millineums\n  It's All About The Benjamins, What?\n  I Get A Fifty Pound Bag Of Ooh For The Mutts\n  Five Carats On My Hands Wit The Cuts\n  And Swim In European Figures\n  Fuck Bein A Broke Nigga\n  I Want A All Chromed Out Wit The Clutch, Nigga\n  Drinkin Malt Liquor, Drivin A Bro' Vega\n  I'm Wit Mo' Sippers, Watched By Gold Diggers (Uhh)\n  Rockin Bejor Denims, Wit Gold Zippers (C'mon)\n  Lost Your Touch We Kept Ours, Poppin Cristals\n  Freakin The Three-Quarter Reptiles (Ahahah)\n  Enormous Cream, Forrest Green -- Benz Jeep\n  For My Team So While You Sleep I'ma Scheme (That's Right)\n  We See Through, That's Why Nobody Never Gon' Believe You\n  You Should Do What We Do, Stack Chips Like (Hebrews)\n  Don't Let The Melody Intrigue You (Uh-Uh)\n  Cause I Leave You, I'm Only Here\n  For That Green Paper Which The Eagle\n  [Verse Three: Sheek\n  I'm Strictly Tryin To Cop Those, Colossal Sized Picasso's\n  And Have Papi Flip Coke Outside Delgado's (Whoo!)\n  Mienda, With Cash Flowin Like Sosa\n  And The Latin Chick Tranportin In The Chocha\n  Stampedin Over, Pop Mo's, Never Sober\n  Lex And Range Rovers Dealin Weight By Minnesota (Uhh)\n  Avoidin Narc's Wit Camcorders And Chevy Novas (Uh-Huh)\n  Stash In The Buildin Wit This Chick Named Alona (Uh-Huh)\n  From Daytona, When I Was Young I Wants To Bone Her (Uh-Huh)\n  But Now I Only Hit Chicks That Win Beauty Pageants (Ahahaha)\n  Trickin, They Takin Me Skiing, At The Aspens (C'mon)\n  Uhh, Gangsta Mental, Stay Poppin Cristal\n  Pack A Black Pist-Al In The Ac' Coupe That's Dark Brown (Whoo!)\n  Pinky-Ringin, Gondolas Wit The Man Singin\n  Italian Music Down The River Wit Your Chick Clingin\n  To My Bizzalls, Player You Mad False\n  Actin Hard When You As Pussy As Rupaul\n  [Interlude:\n  ] Puff Daddy\n  C'mon, C'mon, Uh-Huh\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 4x\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Now, What Y'all Wanna Do?\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Wanna Be Ballers, Shot-Callers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Brawlers -- Who Be Dippin In The Benz Wit The Spoilers\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  On The Low From The Jake In The Taurus\n  Uhh, Uhh, What The Blood Clot?\n  Wanna Bumble Wit The Bee Hahh?\n  Bzzzzt, Throw A Hex On A Whole Family (Yeah, Yeah Yeah)\n  Dressed In All Black Like The Oman (Say What?)\n  Have Your Friends Singin 'This Is For My Homey' (That's Right)\n  And You Know Me, From Makin Niggaz So Sick\n  Floss In My 6 With The Lex On The Wrist\n  If It's Murder, You Know She Wrote It (Uh-Huh)\n  German Luger For Your Ass Bitch, Deep Throated\n  Know You Wanna Fill The Room Cause It's Platinum Coated\n  Take Your Pick, Got A Firearm You Shoulda Toted, Suck A Dick\n  All That Bullshit You Kick, Playa Hatin From The Sideline\n  Get Your Own Shit, Why You Ridin Mine? (Uh-Huh)\n  I'm, A Goodfella Kinda Lady\n  Stash 380'S And Mercedes, Puffy Hold Me Down Baby!\n  Only Female In My Crew, And I Kick Shit\n  Like A Nigga Do, With A Trigga Too, Fuck You\n  [Big:\n  ] (Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!)\n  [Verse Five: Notorious B.i.g.\n  I Been Had Skills, Cristal Spills\n  Hide Bills In Brazil, About A Mil To Ice Grill\n  Make It Hard To Figure Me, Liquor Be, Kickin Me\n  In My Asshole, Uhhh, Undercover, Donni Brascoe\n  Lent My East Coast Girl, The Bentley To Twirl (Uh-Huh)\n  My West Coast Shorty, Push The Chrome 740\n  Rockin Redman And Naughty, All In My Kitty-Kat\n  Half A Brick Of Yea, In The Bra, Where Her Titties At\n  And I'm Livin That, Whole Life, We Push Weight (Uh-Huh)\n  Fuck The State Pen, Fuck Hoes At Penn State (C'mon)\n  Listen Close It's Francis, The Praying Mantis\n  Attack With The Mac, My Left Hand Spit, Right Hand\n  Grip On The Whip, For The Smooth Getaway\n  Playa Haters Get Away Or My Lead Will Spray\n  Squeeze Off Til I'm Empty, Don't Tempt Me\n  Only, To Hell I Send Thee, All About The Benji's\n  What??\n  [Outro: Puff Daddy\n  It's All About The Benjamins Baby\n  Uh-Huh, Yeah\n  [Repeat 8x\n"},{"id":13488847,"name":"It's All About The Benjamins","trackName":"It's All About The Benjamins","artistName":"Puff Daddy","albumName":"No Way Out - P Diddy","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh-huh, yeah\nUh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nUh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n(Goodfellas), uh\n\nNow, what y'all wanna do?\nWanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers?\nWho be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers?\nOn the low from the jake in the Taurus\nTryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\nYeah, livin' the raw deal\nThree-course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal\nBut still (uh), everything's real in the field (yeah)\n\nAnd what you can't have now, leave in your will\nBut don't knock me for tryin' to bury seven zeros over in Rio de Janeiry\nAin't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard on your HOT97 every day, that's my word\nSwimmin' in women (uh-huh) with they own condominiums (yeah)\nFive plus fives who drive Millenniums\nIt's all about the Benjamins, what?\nI get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts\nFive carats on my hands with the cuts\nIn somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\nI wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga\nDrinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor\nI'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)\nRocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)\n\nLost your touch, we kept ours\nPoppin' Cristals, freakin' the three-quarter reptiles\nEnormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\nFor my team, so while you sleep, I'ma scheme (that's right)\n\nYou see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\nYou should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\nDon't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh), 'cause I leave you\nI'm only here for that green paper with the eagle\n\nI'm strictly trying to cop those colossal-sized Picassos\nAnd have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo)\nTienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\nAnd a Latin chick transporting in the chocha\nStampeding over, pop Mos, never sober\nFlexin' Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota (uh)\nAvoiding NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\nStash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)\n\nFrom Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)\nBut now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants\nTricking and taking me skin at the Aspens, uh (come on)\nGangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal\nPack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo)\nPinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin'\nItalian music down the river with your chick clingin'\nTo my bizzalls, player, you mad false\nActing hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's\n\nCome on, come on, uh-huh (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nUh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nUh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nUh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nUh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n\nNow, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nWanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nWho be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\nOn the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)\n\nWanna bumble with the bee, huh?\nBzz, throw a hex (yeah) on the whole family (yeah, yeah)\nDressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)\nHave your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\" (that's right)\nAnd you know me from making niggas so sick\nFloss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist\nIf it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\nGerman Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)\n\nKnow you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated\nTake your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick\nAll that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines\nGet your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)\nI'm a Goodfella kinda lady\nStash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\nOnly female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do\nPull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh) (come on)\n\nI been had skills, Cristal spills\nHide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)\nMake it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\nIn my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco\nLeft my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\nMy west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\nRockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\nHalf a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n\nAnd I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)\nFuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)\nListen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\nAttack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\nRight-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\nPlaya haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\nSqueeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\nOnly to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah\n(It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About The Benjamins\n  artist: Puff Daddy\n  album: No Way Out - P Diddy\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh-huh, yeah\n  Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  (Goodfellas), uh\n\n  Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers?\n  Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers?\n  On the low from the jake in the Taurus\n  Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah, livin' the raw deal\n  Three-course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal\n  But still (uh), everything's real in the field (yeah)\n\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for tryin' to bury seven zeros over in Rio de Janeiry\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard on your HOT97 every day, that's my word\n  Swimmin' in women (uh-huh) with they own condominiums (yeah)\n  Five plus fives who drive Millenniums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what?\n  I get a 50 pound bag of Euk for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands with the cuts\n  In somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\n  I wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga\n  Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor\n  I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)\n  Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)\n\n  Lost your touch, we kept ours\n  Poppin' Cristals, freakin' the three-quarter reptiles\n  Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\n  For my team, so while you sleep, I'ma scheme (that's right)\n\n  You see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh), 'cause I leave you\n  I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal-sized Picassos\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (woo)\n  Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\n  And a Latin chick transporting in the chocha\n  Stampeding over, pop Mos, never sober\n  Flexin' Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota (uh)\n  Avoiding NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)\n  Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (uh-huh)\n\n  From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (uh-huh)\n  But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants\n  Tricking and taking me skin at the Aspens, uh (come on)\n  Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal\n  Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (woo)\n  Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin'\n  Italian music down the river with your chick clingin'\n  To my bizzalls, player, you mad false\n  Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's\n\n  Come on, come on, uh-huh (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n\n  Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)\n\n  Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?\n  Bzz, throw a hex (yeah) on the whole family (yeah, yeah)\n  Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)\n  Have your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\" (that's right)\n  And you know me from making niggas so sick\n  Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n  German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)\n\n  Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick\n  All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines\n  Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)\n  I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\n  Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do\n  Pull the trigger too, fuck you (uh, uh, uh) (come on)\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)\n  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\n  In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco\n  Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n  My west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\n  Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n  Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n\n  And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)\n  Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\n  Attack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\n  Right-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n  Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\n  Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":11369715,"name":"It's All About The Benjamins (Remix) (Feat. 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(uh-huh)\n[03:23.56] I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady\n[03:25.34] Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!\n[03:28.96] Only female in my crew, and I kick shit\n[03:31.71] like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you\n[03:34.46] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)\n[03:35.38] I been had skills, Cristal spills\n[03:36.26] Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill\n[03:38.95] Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me\n[03:41.63] in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe\n[03:44.34] Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n[03:47.00] My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n[03:49.78] Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat\n[03:52.54] Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at\n[03:55.29] And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)\n[03:57.93] Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)\n[04:00.68] Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\n[04:03.31] Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n[04:06.06] grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n[04:08.75] Playa haters get away or my lead will spray\n[04:10.56] Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n[04:13.32] Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\n[04:16.05] What??\n[04:16.93] It's all about the Benjamins baby\n[04:18.13] Uh-huh, yeah\n[04:19.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About The Benjamins (1997)\n  artist: P. 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Brawlers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:45.88] Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n[02:48.66] On the low from the jake in the Taurus (uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?)\n[02:51.45] Wanna bumble with the bee, huh?\n[02:53.32] Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.35] Dressed in all black like The Omen (say what?)\n[02:58.60] Have your friends singin', \"This is for my homie\" (that's right)\n[03:01.19] And you know me from making niggas so sick\n[03:03.67] Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist\n[03:06.28] If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)\n[03:08.65] German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (come on)\n[03:11.48] Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated\n[03:14.12] Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick\n[03:17.55] All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines\n[03:20.57] Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)\n[03:23.01] I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n[03:25.06] Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\n[03:28.65] Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do (uh)\n[03:32.03] Pull the trigger too (uh, uh), fuck you (c'mon)\n[03:33.69] I been had skills, Cristal spills\n[03:35.84] Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)\n[03:38.90] Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\n[03:41.42] In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco\n[03:44.34] Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n[03:47.09] My west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\n[03:49.56] Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n[03:52.43] Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n[03:55.03] And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)\n[03:57.68] Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)\n[04:00.25] Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\n[04:03.05] Attack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\n[04:05.38] Right-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n[04:08.13] Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\n[04:10.71] Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n[04:13.31] Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n[04:16.75] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:19.06] (it's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:22.03] (it's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:24.52] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:26.93] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:29.72] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n[04:32.48] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah\n[04:34.92] (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah, yeah, yeah\n[04:37.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: It's All About the Benjamins\n  artist: Diddy; Lil' Kim; Puff Daddy & the Family; The LOX; The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Bad Boy Greatest Hits, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 7700\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  start_ms: 7700\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 17600\n- text: (Goodfellas), uh\n  start_ms: 17600\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: Now, what y'all wanna do?\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: Wanna be ballers? 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(Uh-huh)\n  I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby\n  Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do (uh)\n  Pull the trigger too (uh, uh), fuck you (c'mon)\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (that's right)\n  Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me\n  In my asshole (uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco\n  Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)\n  My west coast shorty push the Chrome 740\n  Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?\n  Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n\n  And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (uh-huh)\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (c'mon)\n  Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis\n  Attack with the MAC, my left-hand spit\n  Right-hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway\n  Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (get away)\n  Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what?\n\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (it's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (it's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), uh-huh, yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah\n  (It's all about the Benjamins, baby), yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":3663098,"name":"It's All About the Benjamins (Remix) [feat. 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The Notorious B.I.G., Lil' Kim & The Lox]\n  artist: Diddy, The Notorious B.I.G., Lil' Kim, The LOX\n  album: 'BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist'\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n\n  Now, what y'all want to do\n  Want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers\n  Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n  Trying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace\n  Yeah living the raw deal, three course meals; spaghetti, fettuccine and veal\n  But still everything's real in the field\n  And what you can't have now, leave in your will\n  But don't knock me for trying to bury\n  Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry\n  Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard\n  On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word\n  Swimming in women with they own condominiums\n  Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums\n  It's all about the Benjamins, what\n  I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts\n  Five carats on my hands with the cuts\n  And something European chromed out with the clutch, what\n\n  I want it all figured out, fuck being a broke nigga\n  Drinking malt liquor, driving a broke Viga\n  I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers\n  Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers\n  Lost your touch we kept ours, popping Cristals\n  Freaking the three-quarter reptiles\n  Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep\n  For my team so while you sleep I'm a scheme\n  We see through, that's why nobody never going to believe you\n  You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews\n  Don't let the melody intrigue you\n  Because I leave you, I'm only here\n  For that green paper with the eagle\n\n  I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal sized Picasso's\n  And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's\n  Mienda, with cash flowing like Sosa\n  And the Latin chick transporting in the chocha\n  Stampeding over, pop Mo's, never sober\n  Lex and Range Rovers dealing weight by Minnesota\n  Avoiding narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas\n  Stash in the building with this chick named Alona\n  From Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her\n  But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants\n  Tricking and taking me skiing, at the Aspens\n  Gangsta mental, stay popping Cristal\n  Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown\n  Pinkie ringing, gondolas with the man singing\n  Italian music down the river with your chick clinging\n  To my bizzalls, player you mad false\n  Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Now, what y'all want to do\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Want to be ballers, shot-callers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  Brawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  On the low from the Jake in the Taurus\n\n  What the blood clot\n  Want to bumble with the Bee huh\n  Bzzz throw a hex on the whole family\n  Dressed in all black like The Omen\n  Have your friends singing \"this is for my homies\"\n  And you know me from making niggas so sick\n  Floss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist\n  If it's murder, you know she wrote it\n  German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throat it\n  Know you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated\n  Take your pick, got a firearm you should've toted\n  Suck a dick all that bullshit you kick\n  Player hating from the sideline\n  Get your own shit, why you riding mine\n  I'm a Goodfella kinda lady\n  Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby\n  Only female in my crew and I kick shit\n  Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you!\n\n  I been had skills, Cristal spills\n  Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill\n  Make it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me\n  In my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco\n  Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl\n  My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740\n  Rocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat\n  Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at\n  And I'm living that fo' life, we push weight\n  Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State\n  Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis\n  Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand\n  Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway\n  Player haters get away or my lead will spray\n  Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me\n  Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's\n  What\n\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby\n  It's all about the Benjamins baby...\n"}]