Chords for Puff Daddy - It's All About The Benjamins (Remix) (Official Music Video) [HD]

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Puff Daddy - It's All About The Benjamins (Remix) (Official Music Video) [HD] chords
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Uh -huh, yeah.
Uh-huh, yeah.
It's [Bb] all about the Benjamins, baby.
Uh-huh, yeah.
It's all about the Benjamins, baby.
[Gm] Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
What y'all wanna do?
Wanna be brawlers, shot callers, brawlers.
[Ebm] We'll be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers.
On the low from the Jake and the Taurus.
Trying to get my hands on some grants like Horace.
Yeah, living the raw deal.
[Gm] Three-course meal, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal.
But still, everything's real in the field.
And what you can't have now, leave when you will.
But don't knock me for trying to bury seven zeros.
Over in Rio, degenerate, ain't nobody's hero.
But I wanna be heard on your [Ebm] hot 97.
Every day, that's my work.
Swimming in women with they own [Gm] condominiums.
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums?
It's [Ebm] all about the Benjamins.
What?
I [Gm] get a 50-pound bag of for the months.
Five [Ebm] carats on my hands with the cuts.
And [Gm] something you're a king, croaked out with the clutch.
And a bro up, [Eb] drinking more liquor, driving a broke figure.
I'm with more sippers, watched by gold diggers.
Rocking Bajor denims with gold [Gm] zippers.
Lost your touch, we kept ours.
Popping Cristals, freaking the three-quarter reptiles.
Enormous cream, forest green.
Benz Jeep with my team.
So while you sleep, I'mma scheme.
You see-throughs, why nobody never gonna believe you.
You should do what we do, stack chips like.
Don't let the melody intrigue you, cause I'll leave you.
I'm only here for that green paper with the eagles.
I'm strictly trying to cop those.
Colossal-sized Picassos.
And high-popping flips, outside dogastos.
The end, with cash flowing like SoSoc.
And a Latin chick, transporting in a Cho-Choc.
Stampeding over, pop moles, never sober.
Flexing Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota.
[Bb] Avoiding off with camcorders and Chevy Novas.
Stash in a building with this chick named [Gm] Malona.
From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to phone her.
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants.
Tricking and taking me skin at the Aspen's, uh, Gangsta Mintas.
Stay popping Cristals, pack a black pistal.
And an Accou, and a dark brown, pinky ringin'.
Gondolas with the man singing.
[Ebm] Italian music down the river, with your chick clinging.
To my [Gm] bizos, play you mad fools.
At the hall when you was filthy as RuPaul's.
Uh-huh, yeah.
Uh-huh, yeah.
Yeah.
What y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers.
We'll be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Get your blood clotted.
Wanna bumble with the B, huh?
Throw a hex on the whole family.
Dressed in all black like the old man.
Have your friends singing, this is for my homies.
Me and No-Man [Ebm] for making me so sick.
Lost in my six with the next on the wrist.
[Gm] If it's murder, you know she wrote it.
Grim and Ruga for your deep throat.
Know you wanna feel the rule, cause it's flat and coated.
Take your pick, got a fire arm you should've told it.
All that bullshit you kick, play a hatin' from the sideline.
[Ebm] Get your own, why you out of [Gm] mind?
I'm a good fella, kinda lady.
Stash the ladies in Mercedes.
Puffy, hold me down, baby.
Only female in my crew, then I kick you.
Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.
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[Gbm] Shhh, shhh, shhh,
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Uh _ -huh, yeah.
_ _ Uh-huh, _ yeah.
It's [Bb] all about the Benjamins, baby.
Uh-huh, _ _ yeah.
It's all about the Benjamins, baby.
[Gm] Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
_ _ What y'all wanna do?
Wanna be brawlers, shot callers, brawlers.
[Ebm] We'll be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers.
On the low from the Jake and the Taurus.
Trying to get my hands on some grants like Horace.
Yeah, living the raw deal.
[Gm] Three-course meal, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal.
But still, everything's real in the field.
And what you can't have now, leave when you will.
But don't knock me for trying to bury seven zeros.
Over in Rio, degenerate, ain't nobody's hero.
But I wanna be heard on your [Ebm] hot 97.
Every day, that's my work.
Swimming in women with they own [Gm] condominiums.
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums?
It's [Ebm] all about the Benjamins.
What?
I [Gm] get a 50-pound bag of for the months.
Five [Ebm] carats on my hands with the cuts.
And [Gm] something you're a king, croaked out with the clutch.
And a bro up, [Eb] drinking more liquor, driving a broke figure.
I'm with more sippers, watched by gold diggers.
Rocking Bajor denims with gold [Gm] zippers.
Lost your touch, we kept ours.
Popping Cristals, freaking the three-quarter reptiles.
Enormous cream, forest green.
Benz Jeep with my team.
So while you sleep, I'mma scheme.
You see-throughs, why nobody never gonna believe you.
You should do what we do, stack chips like.
Don't let the melody intrigue you, cause I'll leave you.
I'm only here for that green paper with the eagles.
I'm strictly trying to cop those.
Colossal-sized Picassos.
And high-popping flips, outside dogastos.
The end, with cash flowing like SoSoc.
And a Latin chick, transporting in a Cho-Choc.
Stampeding over, pop moles, never sober.
Flexing Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota.
[Bb] Avoiding off with camcorders and Chevy Novas.
Stash in a building with this chick named [Gm] Malona.
From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to phone her.
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants.
Tricking and taking me skin at the Aspen's, uh, Gangsta Mintas.
Stay popping Cristals, pack a black pistal.
And an Accou, and a dark brown, pinky ringin'.
Gondolas with the man singing.
[Ebm] Italian music down the river, with your chick clinging.
To my [Gm] bizos, play you mad fools.
At the hall when you was filthy as RuPaul's.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Uh-huh, yeah.
_ Uh-huh, yeah. _
_ Yeah.
What y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers.
We'll be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Get your blood clotted.
Wanna bumble with the B, huh?
Throw a hex on the whole family.
Dressed in all black like the old man.
Have your friends singing, this is for my homies.
Me and No-Man [Ebm] for making me so sick.
Lost in my six with the next on the wrist.
[Gm] If it's murder, you know she wrote it.
Grim and Ruga for your deep throat.
Know you wanna feel the rule, cause it's flat and coated.
Take your pick, got a fire arm you should've told it.
All that bullshit you kick, play a hatin' from the sideline.
[Ebm] Get your own, why you out of [Gm] mind?
I'm a good fella, kinda lady.
Stash the ladies in Mercedes.
Puffy, hold me down, baby.
Only female in my crew, then I kick you.
Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh. _ _ _ _ _
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[Gbm] _ _ _ _ Shhh, shhh, shhh, _ _

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