Million Dollars

[Hook] Now I'm gon' make a million and one dollars and do it again Just wait 'til tomorrow, we won't borrow ever again I can't wait 'til the day we wake up, wake up, wake up And we all gon' be paid up, paid up, paid up, just wait, wait [Verse 1] Man, I'm so tired of praying for this free shit Man, being broke is some weak shit But thank God for that Micky D's, one dollar double cheese Or some nights, I wouldn't eat shit When I was supposed to be asleep I was in the studio like "Y'all, make some beats" Man you can ask B Right, you can ask Earl Mac You can ask Pat Piff I didn't have to go to school, I was better at this Wanna do a fight club, nigga call me Brad Pitt Tryna get the whole world to know Sean I'm the only thing getting better with time besides wine So somebody gotta find me Cause Sean be cranking hits like Bons B Man I swear GOOD Music wanna sign me Yeah right B, naw for real nigga [Hook] [Outro] Man, I can't give you all that man Like I said, Finally Famous: The Album coming to y'all soon, man, GOOD MUSIC Right now I wanna get into an exclusive produced by my dawg 88 Keys Man, featuring Mr Bentley -------------------------------------------- *Finally Famous 2* [Verse 1] Man, I'm so tired of praying for this free shit Man, being broke is some weak shit But thank God for that Micky D's, one dollar double cheese Or some nights, I wouldn't eat shit But there always was girls on my penile And I fell victim to the vaginal But when it comes to the ass chase No thank you, rather run in the cash race 'Till the world knows Sean The only thing getter better in time besides wine Honestly better than all these asses With no practice, for real just as is I didn't have to go to school, I was better at this Watch a nigga pull more strings than Lenny Kravitz So I can say I have it, iff not I wish I had it I do it with a passion [Refrain] [Verse 2] And we just started, we ain't nowhere near the outro I'll tell y'all what I'm about though High ends, high spendin' We just tryin' to end life on a high note, Soprano And I was supposed to be on for a minute Man I've been writin' songs for a minute And you can ask Kanye, you can ask G-Ro, you can ask Don C Hip-hop where the hell you find a nigga like me Snotty nose lil' nigga, used to tear up ice cream Now I'm wearin' Ice Cream with a chain on my shirt Call that bitch an Ice-T So tell me what it takes to go from sittin' on porches To sittin' in Porsches, take in less fortunate And turn it into a fortune And make my mama proud that she didn't get that abortion [Refrain] [Outro x5] I'm gone make a million, just wait 'till tomorrow, I'm gone make a million Do it again, we gone do it again, do it again