Lyrics

[Intro] I feel sorry for all you niggas out there That ain't making no money 1987 [Hook] It's time to make another million (What, nigga) It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me) It's time to make another million (A million dollars, bitch) [Verse 1] I be the insane nigga, with the migraine headache, stressed out Having million dollar doubts Nigga 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 fuck them, motherfuck them I made a million dollars, and got the fuck out of Detroit Niggas 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 fuck that shit, and bump this shit If you ain't with this shit, suck a fat dick You old broke ass, ho ass, never getting no cash [Hook] It's time to make another million (What, nigga) It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me) It's time to make another million (A million dollars, bitch) [Verse 2] Hold up, wait a minute Your radio ain't shit 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 Dickens Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's, nigga nigga what Smack your bitch'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, nigga) It's time to make another million (I don't think you heard me) It's time to make another million (A million dollars, bitch)