[Chorus 1]
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
[Verse 1: Jay Z Jr.]
Uh uh uh uh
Been trilla, the attitude of a winner
Dope dealer, six digits to the highest bidder
Heavy hitters, haters might want to reconsider
Got the whole crew over like its Christmas dinner
And we hired a stripper, man that's just how we finna
My man don't be bitter, just take a sip of the liquor
Cause everyone's invited to the Million Dollar party
When the party gets started, we get bombarded like targets
I'm warning you now, this is not for the faint-hearted
Cause we about to turn the game into a fucking carcass
Call that dearly departed, man we the real artists
We the hardest heartless homies mafucker, I promise
[Verse 2: Fizziq AKA Positivity]
Yo yo yo, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, I got something
Yeah I got it all money, money
Yeah I got it all, I got them gold chains
Got a fifty inch plasma playing Soul Train
Million Dollar boys, we got it turnt up
Straight out of Gotham city, we got that Batman strut
Robin by my side, yeah it’s Robin Thicke
Miley Cyrus twerking, yeah that's so thick
Got my Mazda driving, looking nice though
Got it souped up, champagne on ice though
With my papa Clive, starting off the year
Katana by my side, so cut them nugs here
Plead the fifth of Jack, knock it back quick
Where the party at? These tunes are so sick
Start your life right, we the only thing
That you'll ever need, now it’s time to sing
[Chorus 2]
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
[Verse 3: Jerk Tasty "The Beauty Queen"]
Black Cadillac in my driveway
Flow like your mother, my bitch name is Kanye
Better than y'all is, money like Jobs
Own my own ball team, Calvin and Hobbes
On my wall, got a fiscal erection, at the thought of a million
Got a physical connection, make you come times a billion
Caviar this weekend? Nah it's every fucking day
Lady you gone love me in every single way
I'ma hustle your bitch, steal your ma'fucking trust fund
I'ma fuck you upside-down and get out before you're done
Head back to the hood, you expect it to rain
I'ma flash you my millions, and get out again
Million dollar boys with that kingdom of swagger
Swindle your mother, leave her feeling real haggard
None of it matters, because the boys they come back
Million dollars in the bank, but still we're on attack
[Chorus 1]
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
Yeah we got it all, money, money
[Verse 4: Stan Manson]
You can't even see us from the top because this money's steep
I pray for all my haters in the past because I know they weep
For stacked accounts that they will never have, I've got abundances
These 'gattis and the 'ratis in the garage look so triumphant
Bought my mama a mansion on the countryside
Thank you for supporting all my hustling, give a thousand tithes
To Birdman for your blessings I will stay forever grateful
If you ever caught deserting then you'll stay forever shameful
Young king, yeah they know me well
Pull women like a sex god, I got that pussy smell
My girl got a fat ass and she smoking call her Rob Ford
My pipe up in her crack, revved up like a Concorde
You know Concordes? I bought the whole fleet
Post up in my hangar, so historical man, what a feat
So raise your glasses to these Million Dollar boys
I drank a fifth of Taqueray now we about to make some noise
So put it down
[Chorus 2]
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
Million Dollars back to kill the game
