A Mill Songtext
von Non‐Prophets

What′s up ladies and gentlemen?
We got, uh, Joe Beats up in the studio
Say, what's up (I′m here)
Man, chill, alright


Hey, we got a, we got a lot of labels snoopin' around
Kinda sweatin', and sweatin′, nuts? A lil′ bit
And, uh, normally, we wou-
We wouldn't consider anything like that
But, me and Joe Beats have discussed it
And we′ve come to a conclusion (one figure, baby)
A million dollars will be kinda nice

A mill won't be ill (ah-huh), a mill won′t be ill (ah-huh)
A mill, a mill, a mill won't be ill (ah-huh)
A mill won′t be ill (what?) A mill won't be ill (what?)
A mill, a mill, a mill

We can do a lot of shit with a million dollars, ladies and gentlemen
You can have the fun and money
The cash, the hard cash (opportunity)
Truly, off-time, you'll own a Grammy when you′re dead
When you have a million dollars