Rich Perez - Benjamins lyrics

[Intro] Gettin money, Gettin' Gettin money(x2) "It's all about the Benjamins baby" Is it really now? [Hook] What y'all wanna do Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers? [X2] [Verse 1: Andy Mineo] I know some dudes up on my block Push that green to make that guap They so paranoid they hear a noise They fear for all they got Tell me, is this life? I think not What's money if you don't got peace homey? They tell me 'What's life if you just can't eat" So preacher don't preach at Me, homey I'm ain't against you, I'm for you I'm just another young boy who Found Grace, mercy, and joy I want you to know joy too That's why I want to be Honest And tell you In the dollars you're never gonna find it Peace is too big to fit up in your wallet But you wanna be fly, Mister Co-Pilot? I know the television promised If you get it then you gonna be good But Stop it Tell me what a man profits If he gains the world But loses his Soul in the process? I know you heard it all before But the words cut deep Because them words From the Sword All for Pete sake Call that a cliché I call them dull ears That don't hear what we say I'd hate to see you fresher Than some Listerine With two girls like Mr. Sheen You bald out like Mr. Clean Your life pa**ed & you missed the meaning Aw man Don't miss it If you flirting with d**h Don't kiss it You extra fresh and you ready to go out But you ain't ready to go out Money is good, but don't spell it with one "o" What's the score? Jesus:1 d**h:0 But they tellin' me [Hook] [Verse 2: Rich Perez] Let's keep it straight like a toupé He kept his word, touché So we applaud like "Hooray" We reppin' the name, we keep it the same, we do it again and again We doing it all unashamed I'm keeping my hands up, never about the Benjamins, nay! That stuff fades like a haircut, but he died without dark spots on his body like a leopard, so... Now the reason we all going in, brother: We got the Spirit of the King, Romans 10:9 My confession: I know I'm His Saved - co-heir, no error kid He the head like New Era lids Why you chasing after things that be perishin'? I am rich - He's the treasure So I share the wealth, it's my pleasure [Hook] [Verse 3: Izz] Yo, show me where your hundreds is, show me where your stacks at Show me what's your treasure and I'll show you where your heart is at Racks on racks, I've got plenty stacks But it ain't on earth cause ain't no ceiling where my Daddy's at I got a crew spittin' Jesus in the speakers Not worried 'bout the fame or the crease up in the sneakers At work ain't got no feet up In the word cause you gotta read up When we be coming up empty, boy, you know it's time to re-up But the world keep tellin' me to make that dough Get it while I got it cause it ain't that low Everybody do it, they won't know But I got the calling and it ain't gon' blow And I'mma show you why the paper never coincides with the sinful nature Ask the Savior, He say "Sho' you right" I make it plain, boy, I can live without 'em Cause it's up in that name that I know I'll never doubt Him And I'll invest it cause my money's all about Him Rather need money with Him than have them hundreds without Him [Hook x2]