100 Million Lyrics - Singles - Audio Bullys

It was early, I woke up 

Still had a joint, so I puffed 

Shouldn't have 'coz it got me stoned 

And my mum just moaned 

Simon, it's time to get a job 

You're 20 years old and you're living like a slob 

But there's so many things I wanna do, Ma 

I need money and I wanna get a new car 

Simon, what do you mean? 

I've got a plan, it'll all be clean 

Got the joints and the beats rolling 

Got the tunes on the decks strolling 

As I walk through my mind 

All my thoughts are behind 

When there's deals being signed 

And there's walls getting climbed 

And there's things that we bring 

When we fling with the sing 

And we want to be in 

From the start to the fin 

Is it me, is it them? 

Is it you or your friends? 

There's no need to pretend 

That your mind's on the mend 

Is the past in your eyes 

Are your hands on your thighs? 

'Coz you cannot disguise 

That you needed a rise 

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you 

And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you 

Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords 

I've been living on the shores of the Canyon 

Pretty girls and ugly guys 

Twisted dreams and purple skies 

Back to basics, forward to basics 

Norms are day trips, minds are brain tripped 

What's the main lick? What's the main trip? 

It's like this 

For all my fellas that sip the Stellas 

DJs, Grafters and drug sellers 

To the geeks, there's no need to be jealous 

We're just doing our thing 

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you 

And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you 

I just don't know about the way 

I just wished I had some more days in my book 

Call you up and give you a look 

If I had the time then I'd spend a little more with you 

And if I had a 100 million then I'd probably give half to you 

From the edge of the land, who's that man? 

Doing things that you can't understand 

Broken or fixed, token or tripped 

How many things we can throw in the mix? 

Two thousand sales into two 

Coming through, it's the Audio Crew 

Don't bother doing if it don't sound smooth 

As we step with nothing to prove 

For all my fellas that sip the Stellas 

DJs, Grafters and drug sellers 

To the geeks, there's no need to be jealous 

We're just doing our thing