Lyrics:

You heard?
I mean, honestly, I mean, I gotta buy it all too, you know what I'm sayin'? Clothes, jewelry
And all that bullshit, but for real, when it boils down, it's just about the money, right?
Right, Gucci? Am I lyin'?
Alright, got a million dollars worth of game

Uh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizy, Kyjuan
With the best thunder to Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin' heads swollen up (Come on)
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the Buddha thumpin' niggas' quota
And just to teach a lesson, put one in your shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat right, fuck good, and reefer through the pipe
I'm gettin' head all night, and if it's some beef
I'm pumpin' lead on sight until they deceased
I take your head off right, I live in the beast
Nigga, where the feds play sheist, I still floss ice
Keep it tight every time
Call me the Black Liberace when I'm playin' mine, that's how I flow
I gotta get mine, partner, any way it go
Whether it be rapping or with the four-four

Uh, 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
Uh, 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 blindfolded with no shows
Usin' no flows, just Arm & Hammer and four O's
Give me low doughs and a connect that's never closed (Come on)
And watch me lock it down from North County to Penrose
Fuck some Momos, give me hundred spokes, all chrome
On the navigator equipped to click and log on
I need that before it's gone, 'fore they even bring it home
Matter fact, I tell you what's in the back, it's all wrong
Two holes in the roof to let the sun come in
Matchin' leather carseat in case my son get in
A spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win

Uh, 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
Uh, 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

I gotta make a million (Uh)
Gotta get myself a million (You know that)
Gon' turn that into a billion (Woo)
If not, then I just won't die, die

I say now throw your wrappers off in the air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I'm gettin' stares from dime bitches, 'Is he alone? Where's his missus?'
One, two, three, four, five bottles of Crisses
On the table, all of 'em got straws and ripped off the labels
No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like cable
They all screamin' my name, different shades and race
Take 'em all backstage and let them plead they case
Make a million like Jigga standin' in one place
SoundScan like Thriller without changin' my face
They threw the weak plan B, says who? (Says Mase)
Then what's plan A? 'Cause plan B about papes

Uh, 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
Uh, 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

I gotta make a million (Uh)
Gotta get myself a million (Woo)
Gon' turn that into a billion (No lie)
If not, then I just won't die, die

All my Midwest niggas tryna make a mil'
Throw them wrappers (And get the dough)
All my Dirty South niggas tryna make a mil'
Throw them wrappers (And get the dough)
And all my West Coast niggas tryna make a mil'
Throw them wrappers (And get the dough)
And all my East Coast niggas tryna make a mil'
Throw them wrappers (And get the dough)