Told Y'All .......... Trina

The Come Up .......... Petey Pablo featuring Sunshine Anderson

Cream Cheese .......... Mya

Bling Bling .......... BG

Dime, Quarter, Nickel .......... Nappy Roots

Mamacita .......... Public Announcement

All About The Benjamins .......... Puff Daddy feat. Notorious BIG, Lil' Kim, The Lox

Hi Lo .......... JT Money

For The Love Of Money .......... The O'Jays

Hard Work .......... John Handy

Tears .......... IMX

Money All The Time .......... FT featuring MAFIA

Destiny Complete (bittersweet version) .......... The Angel featuring Mystic

(feat. Rick Ross)
from All About The Benjamin's Soundtrack

[Trina]
let me put my left foot in the game now
put my right foot in the game now
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
time to slide to the dance floor

[Verse 1]
hair do nails done thats us
new car paper tags thats us
new gear hot shit thats us
keep niggas like thats us
where my get money honeys at right here
where my iced out bitches at right here
where my gold gettin bitches at right here
where my silver spoon women at right here
you the shit girl let that nigga know
the rent due girl let that nigga know
enjoyin yourself let that nigga know
the sex good girl let that nigga know
hold up y'all its my turn now
hold up y'all its our turn now
its our turn now its our turn now

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

[Verse 2]
blow up show up
you a hatin ass bitch so what
im the baddest bitch sure nuff
they know my clique so tough
you wanna do what hold up
switch up flows
drop tops 6 fo's
keep up with me I'm on the west coast
I get love from the bloods & crypts they love the hips
hottest shit in the south they love the hip
me trick brick duece mobb c-o get loose
slip & slide here forever stop askin
I step out & camera's start flashin

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

[Rick Ross]
let me put the cris in the game now
let me put the crypt in the game now
let me pop the x in the game
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
y'all niggas wanna fuck wit ross
point a mile who really wanna touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
cell phone flipped out lookin sick on the rims now
name a nigga who could fuck wit me
name a nigga who could flow wit me
east to west coast I'm the best wit toast
attack ta blow I'm aimin at your neck & throat
now naked hoes givin neck for dope
ba gets and roes and the lex and glow
im a killa y'all niggas I'm the best you know
rick ross god damn I'm the next to blow now
smoke pounds bricks broke down its your times
spit 4 rounds go get your hoe now

[Chorus]
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now

[Petey Pablo]
Getcha money, it's tha come up
Nada nada, get the whole thing
Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Petey Pablo]
Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass
Startin' guns, been five
And I ain't tryin to come in last
Ain't no need for me to be upset
And ain't no need for you to be mad
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want something I can leave my kids
The memories of what they wish their daddy had did
If I could leave them all a couple of mill
And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga
I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon
The only thing that matters is the root of all evil

[Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up

[Petey Pablo]
I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll
I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em
I'm gonna have to get my grind on
Hustlin' and using my muscle tryin to bring the prize home
I ain't the only nigga with issues and I know that
But I ain't concerned with nobody's issues by mine Jack
I invented jail, invited(??) em back
Hell, I'm still in that
The only thing left now is six feet of cold black
Flower bringin' and church singin'
In a grave stiffed up and stankin'
And you can tell that I've been thinkin' can't cha(can't cha)
Now maybe you can understand my anger
And while I'm still out there candy slangin'
And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks
And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank
You never know when your day gonna be your last day
Better get this money when it should've been made (maaade)

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
I'm sorry it had to come to this (to this)
I know I'm really disrespecting your family members
That really love to care
It ain't ya'll, cause ya'll know me better than this
I guess it's just the way that I'm is
And maybe I'm a deadbeat kid
Maybe I really don't deserve to live
Maybe they should have gave me life in prison
Only takin' what they give me
Cause out here, I'm stuck in menace
Cause out here, I'm a threat to niggas
I'm like smokin' and pumpin' gas
Light the fire loose to the filter (whew)
You don't feel the vibe we givin'
Cause if you'd did, you'd done been the hell up
You'd done been stickin' ahead of your business
You'd of been, shittin' embarrassed to hit me
You'd of been, sent them boys to get me
Nah ah ah
And I don't repent cause I ain't that nigga
And anything I done, I meant it (you meant it, you meant it)

[Chorus] 2X

[Sunshine Anderson]
Getch yo money made
Getch yo money made

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B.G. f/ Big Tymers, Hot Boys---Bling Bling

Verse One: Baby

Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut
Hit the club light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay I'm tattooed and barred up
Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up
And my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut
And my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my chesse up
Cause one day I'm a give this street life up
Beef I don't discuss
A nigga outta line gone get his motherfuckin head bust
Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck
Twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

Verse Two: Lil' Turk

A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see cash money you know you stay flossin
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin
I aint seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I aint seen a marette that can run like mine
1999, and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind
Pourin vodka til I die drank til I faint
Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose
I'm the freak of the click
Keep it on the tuck so I creep on a bitch
And I play it on the raw never sleep with a bitch
Keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

(Chorus) Lil' Wayne 2#
Bling bling
Everytime I come around yo city
Bling bling
Pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling
Everytime I buy a new ride
Bling bling
Lorinsers on Yokahama tires
Bling bling

Verse Thre: Manny Fresh

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga cause I don't love her
Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand

Verse Four: Juvenile

I'm a 1999 driver
I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver
Ol ignorant ass always stunting
Big ballin ass nigga you can see him when he comin
Booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinnin' up
Muthafuckas be blindin' up
Niggas

Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny

[Skinny DeVille]
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple
Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't
Now who the hell gon' save it right
That ain't gon' change the way you think
I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch
Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky
Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald's make the world pick
(If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it
(Get it) While it's gettin good and hold it for a minute
Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished
(We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dollars and some pennies
Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji's
(Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're talkin bout the dead prez
Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread
Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus
Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit
(Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?)
Boy yeain't know that money make the world go
Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow

[Chorus]
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's?
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's?
[Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny
[Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many

[B. Stille]
(Whatchu want man?)
(?) said a hundred for that
Super happiness, a blunt and a sack
Who could we feel like this, I don't need no crack
Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome)
Gun in the lap and a gun in the back
Come to realize we was goin that fast
I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car)
Next time I travel somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab

[Scales]
I can't knock all the rocks you rock
How I'ma cop all them yachts ya got?
You get props on the bop-she-bop
Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT!
Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner
Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order
Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder)
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
Hey come here for a minute
Don't tell nobody I told you but uh...
The dollar value gets shorter as you get older

[Chorus]

[R. Prophit]
Aww, y'all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it
Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted
Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm
while it's only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!)
Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious
Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!)
Prophet's in a coma, back stuffed with explosives
Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit
It's kinda funny, everybody love money to death
Not that, 3% control America's wealth
Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do
Y'all feel like "fuck the world?" me too
(?), can't get rich being complacent
Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment
Water like ice cubes for big faces
Face it, we're livin with racists, outrageous
Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious
Young baby don't have patience, what my name is?
R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence

[Chorus]

Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...
Dime, quarter, nickel, penny...

Mamacita
Where you at?
Been trying to reach you
All alone, you know I need ya
Got me fiendin'
Can I meet ya?
I need to see ya
Hesitatin'
Can't do that
Don't keep me waitin'
On the floor
It's gettin' late and
Got me fiendin'
Tryna reach ya
Mamacita

Hey there shorty
I've been feeling you
Like them jeans do, feel me?
Like the way you move
What the deal, young Philly?
Can I get my groove on?
I've been waiting long enough
You got to lace me up just once
You know you can't deny me
When they playing our song
A little bump and grind
Yeah you know ain't nothin' wrong
Say won't you give me time
Now they're playin' our song

Patty cake, patty cake
Baker's man
Let me see you shake it
Like I know you can
Why you wanna tease me?
Got to give me some more
Come on, come on
One, two, three
What's it gonna be?
Four, five, six
Baby move them hips
Seven, eight, nine
You runnin' outta time
Come on, come on

Mamacita
Where you at?
Been trying to reach you
All alone, you know I need ya
Got me fiendin'
Can I meet ya?
I need to see ya
Hesitatin'
Can't do that
Don't keep me waitin'
On the floor
It's gettin' late and
Got me fiendin'
Tryna reach ya
Mamacita

This how I yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-ye
We can body bump from the Chi to the Bay
Like the way you bounce
Want to see a triple play
First, second, third
Make it home, no delay
What you wanna do?
Baby girl take a swing
Know it out the park baby girl
Do your thing
Come on hook it up
Show me love, do it right
We can set it off
Turn me on here tonight, uh

Mamacita
Where you at?
Been trying to reach you
All alone, you know I need ya
Got me fiendin'
Can I meet ya?
I need to see ya
Hesitatin'
Can't do that
Don't keep me waitin'
On the floor
It's gettin' late and
Got me fiendin'
Tryna reach ya
Mamacita

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which lead you

Verse Three: Sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul

Hit 'em (17x then to background of hook)

Hook: 2x

Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii
Hit 'em loooooooo

Verse 1:

I only drop the hotness
Don't see haters cause them suckers can't top this
Ain't nobody in da game who can stop this
When it come to wicked flow's you know I got this
Every time I drop this
I come like in a black ?
Ready to waste shit
You see them killers with me and them suckers jack quick
I put it down
Like this shit is too heavy
I let you know I'm coming, you still can't get ready
We blow a pound
Nigga fuck smoking them nickel bags
We big flossin'
All you clowns looking fag
Play crazy boy
Recline you like laz-e-boy
Fuck wit JT boy
You a see what a happen to ya
I ain't just rapping to ya, nigga it's on
I'm in dis bitch one mo gen claiming my throne
That playtime you suckers had is over with
JT Money in dis bitch
Nigga know dat shit

Hook: 4x

Hit 'em hiiiiiiiiiiiii
Hit 'em loooooooo

Verse 2:

I turn it off and on like light switches
Taking suckers out the game who ack just like bitches
I'm nice wit dis
Ain't no time for no sucker shit
You see a nigga violating better bust his dick
Got no luv for no snakes and no playa haters
Pushin' these fuck niggas buttons like they elevators
My shit too hot and I'm coming straight for yours
Fucking you up nigga like you at "The Source Awards"
Close shop, nigga don't stop playboy
? got game but I play none
Don't step out yo league into big tyme
Talking 'bout you wanna get mine
??? ??? time, nigga what
Bring the ruckus
Taking out these suckers
I keep saying that coz I mean it muthafuckers
You suckers and busters, I can see thru ya heart
You niggas scared of war
You don't want it to start

Hook: 4x

Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII!
Hit 'em loooooooo

Verse 3:

Nigga, I'm taking no pity on these buster niggas and trick hoes
Stay on the grind, on the mound
Probing to git mo'
Now can you fuck wit da J?, shit no
You niggas know dat I'm gone win from the git go
So git yo-ass up out of my face
Who dat off brand nigga tryin' to get erased?
Going down baby boy
Money Man in dis bitch
Gotta problem wit dis shit
We can handle dis shit

Hook: 6x

Hit 'em HIIIIIIIIIIII!
Hit 'em loooooooo

Hit 'em (until fade)

Money money money money, money (x6)
Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me y'all, do things, do things, do bad things with it
You wanna do things, do things, do things, good things with it
Talk about cash money, money
Talk about cash money- dollar bills, yall

For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the street
Because they never know who in the world they're gonna beat
For that lean, mean, mean green
Almighty dollar, money

For the love of money
People will lie, Lord, they will cheat
For the love of money
People don't care who they hurt or beat
For the love of money
A woman will sell her precious body
For a small piece of paper it carries a lot of weight
Call it lean, mean, mean green

Almighty dollar

I know money is the root of all evil
Do funny things to some people
Give me a nickel, brother can you spare a dime
Money can drive some people out of their minds

Got to have it, I really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Some people really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Got to have it, I really need it
How many things have I heard you say
Lay down, lay down, a woman will lay down
For the love of money
All for the love of money
Don't let, don't let, don't let money rule you
For the love of money
Money can change people sometimes
Don't let, don't let, don't let money fool you
Money can fool people sometimes
People! Don't let money, don't let money change you,
it will keep on changing, changing up your mind.

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Yeah
Tears they keep falling from my eyez from my eyez
Yeah

Baby girl (baby girl)
You got me sittin here goin crazy (goin crazy)
Oh yes you do, oh yes you do
Ow sweet lady
A letter or a card will do (will do)
Cause a brotha sure misses you

Tears they keep fallin from my eyez from my eyez
And girl I don't know the reason ,why reason why
It could be that you left me here alone, here alone
And I need right here in my armz to hold ,armz to hold

Pretty one (pretty one)
I've been longing for your face
Can't no other girl take your place (take your place)
Why your friends go and playa hate
I can't relate
To what they say
It has broke us up
And I cant believe that you gone away

Tears they keep fallin from my eyez from my eyez
And girl I don't know the reason why, reason why
It could be that you left me here alone, here alone
And I need right here in my armz to hold ,armz to hold

Tears they keep fallin from my eyez from my eyez
And girl I don't know the reason why, reason why
It could be that you left me here alone, here alone
And I need right here in my armz to hold ,armz to hold

Pretty girl why did you have to go
Why you leave me so all alone
Tears keep running down my face
Cause no other girl will ever take your place

Pretty girl why did you have to go
Why you leave me so all alone
Tears keep running down my face
Cause no other girl will ever take your place

Tears they keep fallin from my eyez from my eyez
And girl I don't know the reason why, reason why
It could be that you left me here alone, here alone
And I need right here in my armz to hold, armz to hold

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