Album:

Lyrics:

Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - my jeans are never empty bitch
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - your schemin don't affect me

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, e'rything brand new
I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beat it I bet she let me, she been fiendin since she met me
I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwin on my Gretzky
Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry
Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie
Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready
Pink Rosé and chronic smelly while I'm stumblin out the telly
I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very
Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly
Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie
Magazine, mac, desi, keep my windows like the prezzie
Press a button and I'm stuntin, my roof look like it's duckin
Meter go 200-somethin and my trunk do wonders bumpin
I am not the one for chumpin, I will ratchet out and slump him
Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, ya money red

[Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks]
[Juelz] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high)
[Juelz] Got your bitch wavin at me when I roll by
[Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, e'rything brand new
[Banks] I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew

[Chorus]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - my jeans are never empty bitch
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - your schemin don't affect me

[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz or Bentley I be movin, I be movin
Makin movies, Tom Cruise'n, if it's action then I'm shootin
Pockets fat, neck studded/Studdard, boy my nickname should be +Ruben+
My Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
And he know just how I get it so we 'bout to introduce him
Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban
Got a black chick that be boostin, got a white girl that be boothin
Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid
And she always ready, to give me that Becky
Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky
will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July
But if you if you get to frontin and the pushin lead to shovin
We just bustin and we leavin like it's nothin (nothin)
If it ain't the Gucci or the Louie then it's Polo or it's Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me, she be baggin bitches for me

[Chorus]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - my jeans are never empty bitch
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - your schemin don't affect me

[Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks]
[Juelz] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high)
[Juelz] Got your bitch wavin at me when I roll by
[Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, e'rything brand new
[Banks] I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima, and Kima like Christina
Baby three don't make a crowd, it make the sex seem meaner
I just wanna get between her, turn her to a screamer
Then it's one-two, I'm through, see ya
I'll scoop her in my..

[Chorus]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - my jeans are never empty bitch
Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - your schemin don't affect me!

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What you gon do?
It’s GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

Ladies and Gentleman
You know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
You never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute

Big blue, cotton city shoe
Cotton candy coupe
Hard knock, orphan Annie loop
Off the stoop
Play with me, see what the screamy do
My canary shoe,
High beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
All your thing reduce
Menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
Kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
Thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
My top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
The ratchets on ‘em, wanna pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin
The raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
Break their back, don’t call em
Look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
Cash is pourin’
Stunt stormin, go this out
Camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.

You know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
You aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute
(repeated)

We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
And stash the weed in an altoids case
They say good things come to those who wait
So I’m gon be at least an hour late
I’m so fresh I should be arrested
New Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch
She said “hey ‘Ye”
I said “Yes B-tch”
Damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
And her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
Start it up, huh, start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
Don’t take shots at us that is only obvious

The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
Aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic’d it
Bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
These aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
These b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
Told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
She pulled her blouse up, said “it’s free”, I said WOWZER!

Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
Rock the party
Move ya body
Wassup, wassup
Everybody
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Wait a minute

Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
Money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
Tryna eat, we aint finna wait
Where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
Baddest b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
Complexion Henny straight
Y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
Time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
It’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
Diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
My independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
She got an appetite for d-ck, I guess I place my crotch
That soft as tater top, long, try me not
Under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
Opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh-t

Ughh, my mindstate, raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake
Push an avalanche, that alpine shake
The coupe’s vanilla bean, the seats is pound cake
In my condo bitches with teddies on
Wall full of mirrors, heaven for an Eddie Long
My life the fast lane, gettin my Andretti on
Blow it all, you can’t take it when you dead and gone
You can’t hide it, I smell the fear
I can’t neither, you smell a millionaire
Off crack money not rap money
Poor platinum n-ggas, f-cking rap dummies
I wrap mummies, that’s kilograms
My brother’s keeper like Nino’s man
That’s G money, ghetto D money
1996 Master P money
Gone!