Nelly-
Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan
With the best thunder than Sean John, you don`t want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen up 
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin` niggaz quota
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, `Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer 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
Nigga, where the feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I`m playing mine
That`s how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch and some Clothes
I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows
And get the Dough....

My nigga, 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 neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos
Fuck 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
Matta 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 bring his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch 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

I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I`m gettin stares from dime bitches, 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 lett`em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They threw a weak plan B says who? (says Mase)
Then what`s plan A `cause plan B about papes

(Chorus) x2
Let`s make a Million
Keep it real for Triple-0
Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro
Fuck a bitch 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

All my Midwest niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my Dirty South niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my West Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )
All my East Coast niggas tryin to make a mill, 
Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )