Illion
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Yo, there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now while we ballin', sweating crazy, chasing honeys
You know it's funny but, it's all good though
'Cause 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 'cause I couldn't afford the rent
But if I was rich I'd buy me mad bling blings
And fat chains make your neck hurt and platinum ring rings
Just to get the feeling, now let's pretend we dealing
With big bucks and Persian silk rugs and pushing big trucks
And four wheel drives with 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 honeys in bikinis and pareos
And chill with me and my boys at our pool parties
My make believe crib, yo, you know be always rowdy
My neighbor Britney, she complaining but she just jealous
'Cause Jenny-lo across the road gets to hang with us fellas
Making money, making money, making money
Don't wake me up fool, I'm busy with all this money
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
Well if I had a million, you know I'd spend buffies
So I could get Sicilians to go kidnap Puffy
Take over Bad Boy and marry Jenny
We'll sign Joe and chill with 112 and sip Henny
Yo, this might sound crazy
But I'm a do a song with Jay-Z
With Dre on the beats and adlibs by Slim Shady
And do this video, you know, like really ill, word
For y'all could hop rims like Steven Spielberg
And remember one thing, I want all rappers in it
North, South, East to the West, they all represent it
And bring some R&B dudes too, and probably Usher
So he can do that nose wrestle scene with Gladys Buster
And at the end we all say, "Rest in peace Big Pun"
Now guess where I'm gon' be at once the video's done
I'll be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag
With the help of James Bond, I'll try to bring 2Pac back
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
If I had mad loot, I'd fill my styro with Tim boots
And start my clothing company selling see-through
Negligees and brassieres, circle cell thongs and peacock feathers
And zebra prints and market my products for single grandmothers
And tell my agent to get hold of the president
Make him an upper carry fuse for his residence
Then renovate the crib, jacuzzi balconies
Hire Chef 1 to make me cheese and macaroni
Mad tight security, ain't no paparazzi
Won't take shots of me and my boo, invade my privacy
If not I'll buy an island, just outside the 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 there's my story and dreams, y'all fools don't laugh at me
'Cause one day my fantasies might be reality
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malik got change for a zillion