Illion

Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)

yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money

now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?

you know it's funny but it's all good though

'cos like everybody else I got a dream to make a million yo

now what? You thought we got crazy bank?

you know I'm sleeping in a tent cos I couldn't afford the rent

but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling blings

and fat chains that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings

just to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we dealin'

with big bucks and persian silk rugs and pushin big trucks

and 4 wheel drives wit' tv screens and mad audio

got personal trainers to take care of my cardio

and Playboy Bunnies to bring me milk and oreos

a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and parios

to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool parties

my make believe crib yo you know be always rowdy

my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she just jealoues

'cos Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit' us fellas

Makin' money makin' money makin' money

Don't wake me up fool im busy with all these hunnies

Chorus 2x

I wanna make a million

Illegal got a billion

yo Joe take a trillion

Malique got change for a zillion?

Verse 2 (Malique)

well if I had a million you know I'd spend buff fees

so I can get sicillians and go kidnap puffy

haha, takeover Bad Boy and merry Jenny

sign Joe, chill with 112 and sip Henny

this might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z

with Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady

and do this video you know like really ill, word

**** a Hype Williams now gimme Steven Spielberg

and remember one thang, I want all rappers in it

north, south, east to the west, they all represented

and bring some R&B dudes too, prolly Usher

so he can do that nose wrestle scene we planned with Busta

and at the end we all say, Rest in Peace Big Pun

now guess where I'm gon' be at once the videos done

I'll be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag

wit' the help of James Bond I'll try to bring Tupac back, what.

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Verse 3 (Joe Flizzow)

if I had mad loot, I'd fill my storeroom wit Tim Boots

and start my clothing company sellin' see through

negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell thongs wit peacock feathers

and zebra prints and market my product for sigle grandmothers

and tell my agent to get hold of the president

make an offer cant refuse for his residence

then renovate the crib jaccuzzi balconies

hire Chef Wan to make me cheese and macaroni

mad tight security, ain't no papparazzi

gon'take shots of me and my boo invade my provacy

if not I'll buy an island just off South China Sea

escape mad city life and let my conscience free

under shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis

and sip pineapple juice in peaceful harmony

so thats my story and dreams ya'll fools dont laugh at me

'cos one day my fantasies might be reality

Chorus (4X)