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 



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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 



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