Illion Lyrics

Illion lyrics

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 







Chorus 2x 



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. 







Chorus 







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 







Chorus (4X)