All Bout The Benjamins (feat. Roota)

I ain't never lost hope Im in the trenches where they sliding, get outlined in chalk lines You ever seen a nigga stretched look in his eyes and watch him die Im all about the Benjamin's my favorite dead pres I'm all about the Benjamins I need my money up On that bag like Buccem hunting Reggie for them bucks Keep a bad bitch like Gina I'm counting pape she eating up Tint the whip can't see the guts we smokin za can see the runtz I'm all about the Benjamins I need my money up On that bag like buccum hunting Reggie for them bucks Keep a bad bitch like Gina I'm counting pape she eating up Tint the whip can't see the guts we smokin za can see the runtz She f*ck with nigga that she know can know can beat it up She just called my phone ask me what I see in her Bad brown skin ass heavy not a city girl She say she a super soaker tryna dive down deep in her I tell her ion need a life jacket baby let me drown She like you ain't getting tired I'm like I can go for rounds Sexy with the red hair took her ass to pound town Tell her bae you can't be yelling through the walls surround sound I can't cheat, on the money or my bitch they know me best If I ever need a head both of them can go collect It's gone be a ball game if A1 ever comin for ya neck Ain't concerned with broke niggas they ain't never been a threat To the B to the A to G is what I get Bring the thunder to land take over like I'm Chet Or I could James Harden niggas step back and make a chef If he twitch with the Glock graveyard where they send him at I'm all about the Benjamins I need my money up On that bag like Buccem hunting Reggie for them bucks Keep a bad bitch like Gina I'm counting pape she eating up Tint the whip can't see the guts we smokin za can see the runtz I'm all about the Benjamins I need my money up On that bag like buccum hunting Reggie for them bucks Keep a bad bitch like Gina I'm counting pape she eating up Tint the whip can't see the guts we smokin za can see the runtz I got a hundred fuckin' problems gettin' dollars, never one You take her out, you try and marry I just fucked that hoe for fun Me and Scoot was robbin', plottin' tryna find ways to come up I was ridin', round with Weezi on the Eastside reing up I'm all about the Benjamins my favorite dead pres Lil' baby say she on her period I take the head then I'm from the bricks, so if the rap don't work, I'm dodgin' fed years L-died my heart broke, AL-died my heart broke Cut up my chest, got on my grind I ain't never lost hope I'm in the trenches where they slidin' get outlined in chalk lines You ever seen a nigga stretched look in his eyes and watch him die I'm all about the Benjamins my favorite dead pres Lil' baby say she on her period Ill take the head then I'm from the bricks, so if the rap don't work, I'm dodgin' fed years