I'm thinking millions
From nothing to something
I'm thinking millions
I'm thinking millions
We showed you how its done
I'm thinking millions
A million dollars cash
A million dollars cash
A million dollars cash
I'm thinking millions
See a black exotic off in traffic then you know its me
See me in the club a few times I think you know a g
They say you a king I tell em totally
Let them rappers do that rap shit this I poetry
Polo t all black welcome to the after life
Money is the root of all evil meet the antichrist
Judge a trppping they shot our little brother
At the er with his mother im drunker than a motherfucker
Cried a few Belverdere tears like a boss
Real nigga god kid yeah we took a fucking loss
Yeah I seen your type nigga yeah I know your new with it
Yeah you want a million dollars what you gon do with it
Hustle all day everyday yeah I know the law
I know you only do it for the real I tell em
Ye stay talking real shit put on a show tonight
Got that real thug motivation real talk flow tonight
Got my first 28 put it in my blue jeans
Only thing I can envision nigga is them new things
New coupe new crib new chain new watch
So its all eyes on me nigga 2Pac
Red plastic cup and it got that true syrup in it
Vodka got a nigga wanna tell the thruth for a minute
Got a few times nigga now let me see you get it
Your first million dollars nigga what you go do with it
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, William Leonard Roberts, Mike Dean, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Terius Youngdell Nash, Joshua Howard Luellen, Ricardo Lamarre
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