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[Intro]
I feel sorry for all you n*ggas out there
That ain't making no money
1987

[Hook]
It's time to make another million (What, n*gga)
It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me)
It's time to make another million (A million dollars, b*tch)

[Verse 1]
I be the insane n*gga, with the migraine headache
Stressed out, having million dollar doubts
n*gga wonder, am I blind like Stevie Wonder?
This system trying to take me under
My whole team pops 'Scalines
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem with the FBI
I'm always like f*ck them, motherf*ck them
I made a million dollars, and got the f*ck out of Detroit
n*ggas hate me there, they want to kill me
Player haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So f*ck that sh*t, and bump this sh*t
If you ain't with this sh*t, suck a fat di*k
You old broke ass, ho ass, never getting no cash
[Hook]
It's time to make another million (What, n*gga)
It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me)
It's time to make another million (A million dollars, b*tch)

[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't sh*t if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'm going to smoke on the gans, 'til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you's a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection with chickens
The night before Christmas, popped Charles di*kens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
n*gga n*gga what, smack your b*tch's booty while I'm busting a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap your mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and

[Hook]
It's time to make another million (What, n*gga)
It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me)
It's time to make another million (A million dollars, b*tch)