Lyrics:
Here is the news
According to the latest world population survey
The figures have reached danger point, my god
London 15 million 75 thousand
New
build a tree fort in our yard)
If I had a million dollars (you could help, it wouldn't be that hard)
If I had a million dollars (maybe we could put
dollars
(I'd build a tree fort in our yard)
If I had a million dollars
(You could help, it wouldn't be that hard)
If I had a million dollars
(Maybe
Yoohoo
Queen Elizabitch
I don’t have the time or riches
For you sad broke whiny bitches
Come for me that’s homophobia
I get diamonds you get cubic
A two bath and three bedrooms
Yard sale sign with a blue balloon
Cap'n Crunch on a plastic spoon
Has anybody seen them jumper cables
White paint
don't think it wise
Took one of his pills
Boiled the blood in my eyes.
When you played the master mix
To the company man
Took three million
Im a New Orleans gangtsa, after the storm
Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home
But, Im back on defense Im back in the zone
I eat rappers go
A million roads we can't perceive
Places you would rather to go
In your hands you hold the key
It's bizarre and arcane
Cross into another plane
Hurry now,
Willie we've been constant companion you know the light and shade
We have spent a million dollars find out what we made
We have made the maidens
and the small
The lit-tle cor-ner news-stand and the house a mile__tall;
The wed-ding and the church-yard, the laugh-ter and the tears,
The dream that's been
passion
Had startled his fashion
It started and ended that day
He wrote the letter there wasn't one better
One reading turned millions his way
Now
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su,
newsstand
And the house a mile tall
The wedding in the church yard
The laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growing
For one hundred and fifty
Theres a few women out here
That got that million dollar pussy
Sometimes they come from a very struggling environment
Boarding pass that flight
For your sparkling cocky smile
I have walked a million miles
Begging you to come wed me in the Spring
Why do you my dear delay,
What makes you
make a six-pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one-bedroom apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my
One in a million in a lonely town,
Two hundred people trying to keep me down,
I've taken all I can, I ain't lookin' back.
Small town boy in
starting over
Straight back for yards
When everything is everything
And everything you see
Sees us doing all the things
That we want to be
Millions
the daisies in the old bone yard
Ah,...ah, ah,...ah
I went found the truth in the Himilayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Way-as
Found a shaman
on the yard simpin'
While we be cheifin hay all day
Gorilla Pimpin'
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin'
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin'
A flock
a diamond tester 'cause he need his diamonds checked
The labels talkin' 'bout they got a million dollar check
The last time I checked a couple million on my
foreign's parked in my yard
Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car
Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed
Please somebody
outta here)
Started with a penny, now it's racked up to a million (woo)
Rappin' rappin' niggas can't compare, they like my children (yeah)
I know
in for all my dogs who never made it home
Spendin' nights all in the booth, and I been stayin' lone
Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me
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