Illion lyrics

Artist  : Too Phat 
Song : Illion



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Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow) 



yo there's more to life than just credit cards
and money 



now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?




you know it's funny but it's all good though 



'cos like everybody else I got a dream to make a
million yo 



now what? You thought we got crazy bank? 



you know I'm sleeping in a tent cos I couldn't
afford the rent 



but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling blings




and fat chains that'll make ya neck hurt and
platinum ring rings 



just to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we
dealin' 



with big bucks and persian silk rugs and pushin
big trucks 



and 4 wheel drives wit' tv screens and mad audio




got personal trainers to take care of my cardio




and Playboy Bunnies to bring me milk and oreos




a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and parios 



to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool parties




my make believe crib yo you know be always rowdy




my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she
just jealoues 



'cos Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit'
us fellas 



Makin' money makin' money makin' money 



Don't wake me up fool im busy with all these
hunnies 







Chorus 2x 



I wanna make a million 



Illegal got a billion 



yo Joe take a trillion 



Malique got change for a zillion? 







Verse 2 (Malique) 



well if I had a million you know I'd spend buff
fees 



so I can get sicillians and go kidnap puffy 



haha, takeover Bad Boy and merry Jenny 



sign Joe, chill with 112 and sip Henny 



this might sound crazy but Imma do a song with
Jay Z 



with Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady 



and do this video you know like really ill, word




**** a Hype Williams now gimme Steven Spielberg




and remember one thang, I want all rappers in it




north, south, east to the west, they all
represented 



and bring some R&B dudes too, prolly Usher




so he can do that nose wrestle scene we planned
with Busta 



and at the end we all say, Rest in Peace Big Pun




now guess where I'm gon' be at once the videos
done 



I'll be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag




wit' the help of James Bond I'll try to bring
Tupac back, what. 







Chorus 







Verse 3 (Joe Flizzow) 



if I had mad loot, I'd fill my storeroom wit Tim
Boots 



and start my clothing company sellin' see through




negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell thongs
wit peacock feathers 



and zebra prints and market my product for sigle
grandmothers 



and tell my agent to get hold of the president




make an offer cant refuse for his residence 



then renovate the crib jaccuzzi balconies 



hire Chef Wan to make me cheese and macaroni 



mad tight security, ain't no papparazzi 



gon'take shots of me and my boo invade my provacy




if not I'll buy an island just off South China
Sea 



escape mad city life and let my conscience free




under shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis 



and sip pineapple juice in peaceful harmony 



so thats my story and dreams ya'll fools dont
laugh at me 



'cos one day my fantasies might be reality 







Chorus (4X)