Million$Bill (Edit)

There's something that I wanna give you

I'm gonna give you a five-pound box of love

With a million-dollar bill on top, million-dollar bill on top

Diamonds on every corner (Every corner)

And a big black pearl for a lock (Uh, check)

Asiago Romana, sprinkle that over pasta

We got views of the water, I take

Aim at the roster

Got my faith from the preacher

Got my seeds from the Rasta

Ain't no promises made

Can't think about it menyata

I'm ridin' out in Ducatis

Treat my pain like a hobby

I'm shakin' these demons off me

I'm shaken up to the core

They really thought they could stop me

Really thought I was Rocky

Really thought I was godly

But big, small, or tall, we six feet in the coffin

And every problem I faced just made me a bigger problem

There's something that I wanna give you

I'm gonna give you a—

If I keep my soul, you can take it all away

There's something that I wanna give you

I'm gonna give you a— (Yeah, cool, yeah, like this)

I'ma move to Ghana, keep my name, and share my riches

Get my forty acres on my own, not additions

F—- their reparations (Uh), f—- an invitation (Uh)

Twenty-three and one ain't a minor deportation

Is it giveth or we take it?

Lord knows I've been patient

Still up in the basement

Still up on the late shift

Still they underrate it

Now they have to pay me

Price to keep my silence, took my family on vacation

They don't wanna see a new Obama run the nation (We don't)

They don't wanna see me in my bag, I've been waiting

There's something that I wanna give you

I'm gonna give you a—

If I keep my soul, you can take it all away

There's something that I wanna give you

I'm gonna give you a—

A million-dollar bill on top

Tell me where the searching stops

How much is enough?

When you get it, will you realize

That a life's worth can't be monetarily quantified?

Clouds made of currency raining tenners and greyish skies

No pound signs when I look deep into my mother's eyes

How much is enough?

It's just enough to keep me getting by

I'll get my own ocean full of fishes

My own Tower of London full of riches

A swimming pool full of thirsty b——es

F—- that, I'll burn the money if I get it

Set fire to the sports cars at the office

Replace the water in the filter for some chronic

Canary Wharf all screaming, "F—- the bosses"

A million dollars won't fit into your coffin, no

So how much is enough?

Tell me, how much is enough?

Be honest

How much is enough?

Tell me, how much is enough?

Just be honest

How much is enough?

How much is enough?

Be honest