Lowkey - A Million And One lyrics
[Lowkey - A Million And One lyrics]
Yeah it's Lowkey
For all my people that wanna
Make a million pound yeah a million
Blud trust me, this time next year
We will be millionaires i believe it bruv
There's a million ways to
Make a million chips
Just ask William Gates or William Smith
Does the Freshest Prince to the thrown
Really exist? The king's filling the Kingdom
With silliness and hate listen mate
Let me illustrate this rap shit
Is here to stay
Still many imitate, you couldn't take me out
With a chopper and army missiles
I see myself as a shopper at Harvey Nichols
With lots of dough but not
From chatting to garage
Just to pop across the road and
Buy a jacket from Harrods
Too many MCs and rappers are average
I'm one in a mill
Blessed with nothing but skill
I'm talkin' doe
Like Homer Simpson picture me
Rolling in a chauffeur driven limousine
Owning boats from the coast of
Britain to the Philippines
In a versacci suit only stopped to
Strap a huge Bob Marley zoot
Rum made by malibu, plus bacardi too
Still the type to rock shows
Still with microsoft doe
Surfed the net and invest in stocks
With enough money and power to arrest
All the bent feds and cops
So when I walk in stores and try shit on
They never mention cost
No one said London city was fair
I aim to be a fuckin millionaire
Fuck these idiot brehs
I aim to start companies
And employ my peoples
Satan can't fuck with me I'm
Here to destroy the evils
Fire arms, crack and the poison needles
And the street's unthinkable tortures
Don't spit a bar, relaxin' at home cinema
Sippin mineral water
Money stacks counting and analyzing
But the fact is right now I'm fantasizing
For all my people that wanna
Make a million pound yeah a million
Blud trust me, this time next year
We will be millionaires i believe it bruv
There's a million ways to
Make a million chips
Just ask William Gates or William Smith
Does the Freshest Prince to the thrown
Really exist? The king's filling the Kingdom
With silliness and hate listen mate
Let me illustrate this rap shit
Is here to stay
Still many imitate, you couldn't take me out
With a chopper and army missiles
I see myself as a shopper at Harvey Nichols
With lots of dough but not
From chatting to garage
Just to pop across the road and
Buy a jacket from Harrods
Too many MCs and rappers are average
I'm one in a mill
Blessed with nothing but skill
I'm talkin' doe
Like Homer Simpson picture me
Rolling in a chauffeur driven limousine
Owning boats from the coast of
Britain to the Philippines
In a versacci suit only stopped to
Strap a huge Bob Marley zoot
Rum made by malibu, plus bacardi too
Still the type to rock shows
Still with microsoft doe
Surfed the net and invest in stocks
With enough money and power to arrest
All the bent feds and cops
So when I walk in stores and try shit on
They never mention cost
No one said London city was fair
I aim to be a fuckin millionaire
Fuck these idiot brehs
I aim to start companies
And employ my peoples
Satan can't fuck with me I'm
Here to destroy the evils
Fire arms, crack and the poison needles
And the street's unthinkable tortures
Don't spit a bar, relaxin' at home cinema
Sippin mineral water
Money stacks counting and analyzing
But the fact is right now I'm fantasizing