[Intro: Kanye West & Aaliyah sample]
Yeah... it's (A million)

[Hook: Kanye Wes & Aaliyah sample]
I freestyle battle n***as for (A million)
How many n***as bit the soul? 'Bout a (A million)
How many hoes did I bone? 'Bout a (A million)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, it's a (A million), uh-uh
It's a (A million) ways to die, choose one
(A million)

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Jay-Z sample]
Look, lot of people askin' 'bout the money I've made, even Just Blaze
"How are they for real?" "Is them n***as really paid?"
Rappers I met, or dealt with direct
"Is it true he won't send a beat tape until he get a check?"
"What's a position you hold?"
"Can you really match The Neptunes, check by check, 
And 'H to the Izzo' is the only single that went Gold?"
"If Roc-A-Fella shit fold and you move back to the 'Go, 
Is it back to ghost-producin' for D-Dot on the low?"
For the millionth time, askin' me
Questions, like Toni Braxton, harassing me
Like, "You don't care about my son's feelings?"
Can I get a minute, you wack bitch? I ain't gotta jack shit
You heard "Takeover" – who running this rap shit?
Ugh, fake tits, shut up and make hits
Can't we all just get along, spread love like Take 6?
"What, you doin' beats in L.A. for Eminem and Dr. Dre?"
Them n***as sold ten mill, I'm trying to get paid
We do this shit for entertainment
Bring guns to the arraignment
While the judge in the chamber
Let one up out the chamber – BLAOW!
[Hook: Kanye West & Aaliyah sample]
(A million)
How many years did I wait? About a (A million)
How many n***as tryin' to hate? About a (A million)
But when a n***a count his cake, it's 'bout a (A million) – yeah!

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jay-Z sample]
'04, College Dropout, I make the game different
I don't know what the hell y'all n***as been sniffin'
'Ye still flicking, hoes is my addiction
Five days out the week, you'll find me in the kitchen
Smashing the game, n***a, unlike you
'Cause these beats change the game and the hooks' right too
I'm a crook like you
Cats back in The Chi was buying tracks for dirt cheap, man – what could I do?
Knowing I'm supposed to style, I'm the fly-boy poster child
'Bout to be on Oprah now
It's ironic and whatnot, how I put no ice in the Bulgari watch
Just to make it hot
Now you see me on stages, my hit résumés is two pages
For them n***as who played us – fee just raises
Booming, like Masta Ace is
"Stand Up" number one, and there's more to come
All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubblegum
While y'all brick like Fred, Barney Rubble, and them
Chi-Town in this bitch, what's fucking with them?
Not a damn thing, n***a – we doing our damn thing BLAOW!
[Outro: Aaliyah sample]
(A million)
Yeah!
(A million)