[Nelly]
Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Kyjuan
With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leaving heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' n***as quota
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat right, f** good, and reefer thru the Pipe
I'm gettin' head all night
And if it's some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight
Until they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the Beast
n***a, where the feds, play Sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
Errtime, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine
That's how I flow, I gotta get mine, partner, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
f** a b**h and some clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the dough....
[Nelly]
My n***a, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows
Using no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O's
Gimmie low-do's and a connect, that is never closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
f** some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that, before its gone 'fore they even bring it home
Matter of fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend
PlayStation just in case a n***a think he can win
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
f** a b**h and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
[Nelly]
I say now, tho yo wrappers off in the air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glurrs
I'm gettin' stares from dime b**hes, is he alone
Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's
On the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label
No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable
They all screamin' my name, different shades and race
Take them all backstage and let'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changin' my face
They threw a weak plan B says who? (says Mase)
Then what's plan A 'cause plan B about papes
[Chourus x2]
Let's make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
f** a b**h and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows
And get the Dough....
I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die
[Nelly]
All my Midwest n***as tryin to make a mill
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South n***as tryin to make a mill
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast n***as tryin to make a mill
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast n***as tryin to make a mill
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )