Lirieke:
Juvenile A Million One Things

grown, my nigga Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga They got a million and one things

Vertaling: Juvenile. 'N miljoen en een dinge.

tryin' ta preach, my nigga And teach, my nigga If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga [Chorus 2x [Juvenile]] They got a million and one things that

we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a

s dark, we spark Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house

a damn thing about drivin' a car I'm rimmed up Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth And all this luxury shit I got in my house I done sold a million

getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain't that a bitch Niggas, gettin' they wig split And it's a shame Killin' has became a fame I cannot

dark, we spark Just bought a new car and I spent about a million The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house

getting paid If I had a dime for everytime One of y'all tried to insult my game I would just First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire What couldn