Million$Bill

There's something that I wanna give you
I'm gonna give you a—
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 like 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, like this, yeah)

I'ma move to Ghana, keep my name, and share my riches
Get my forty acres on my own, not additions
Fuck their reparations (Uh), fuck 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 searchin' stops
How much is enough?
When you get it, will you realise
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 bitches
Fuck 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 "Fuck 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