A Million And One Questions - The Premier Remix

Uh-huh

A million

I did it again, niggas

A million

Fuck y'all, right?

A million

I know

A million

I know what y'all niggas asking y'all selves

A million

Is he gonna ever fall off?

A million

No

A million

A lot of speculation on the monies I've made

Honeys I've slayed

"How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?"

Hustlers I've met or dealt with the weight

Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a tech?

What's the position you hold?

Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck-by-buck

But only a single going gold?

Roc-A-Fella ship fold

And you're left out in the cold

Is it back to charging motherfuckers eleven for a O?

For the millionth time asking me

Questions like Wendy Williams, harassing me

Then get upset when I catch feelings

Can I get a minute to breathe?

And in that minute you leave

While I'm looking at my Ro', ice spinning on my sleeve

Ugh, nice watch

Do you really have a spot?

Like you said it in the *Source*, and if so, what block?

What you doing in LA with Filipinos and essays?

Latinos and cheve's down by Pico with Rico?

I answered all y'all questions, but then y'all got to go

Now the question I ask you is: how bad you want to know?

Blah!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh

A million

Uh-huh, uh-huh

How we do?

A million

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh

A million

Uh-huh, how we do?

98, Primo remix and it ain't nothing different

I don't know what the hell niggas been sniffing

Jigga still dipping, chrome on the whips and

Four days out the week, find me in the kitchen

Still in the game, nigga, hooked like glue

Poppy gave me one pie, but it cooked like two

I'm a crook like you

Cats around my way was buying brand new whips and shit

What could I do? Knowing I'm supposed to style

I'm the hustler's poster child

Rock lizards and crocodile

Live ironic and what-not

Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot

Now you see me on them stages, rocks in the air

Looking like blue lasers, never faux-gazas

Act courageous, I smack 'em with the two aces

Mack double one, nigga, I'm troublesome

All I got for chicks: hard dick and bubblegum

Flip bricks like Fred, Barney, Rubble and them

It's the Roc-A-Fella clique, what's fucking with them?

Not a damn thing, nigga, we doing our damn thing, blah!

A million

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh

A million

Uh-huh, how we do?

Come on

Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree, ladies and gentlemen?

Ha!

Well they call me Jay-Hov' because the flow is religious

Never since I was sixteen I was holding digits

I've seen the industry clearer

As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror

I slow flow y'all to death so y'all hoes know who's best

Jigga, the flow be Ivy League, though

For the mommies, I *hablo español* a poquito

Oh, wait, I got timing like a Segway

Now holla back, baby!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, Jay-Z, you motherfucking right

In the darkest nights, let off my gun for light

That got y'all through, show you how it was done

I'm the question and the answer like I've a son

Just be private ones, no gate to lift

So when I take flight it's from Hangar 6

Bang with this, wake up with one in your brain

And the cocaine flow straight numbing your pain

This ain't your speed, young man, run in your lane

So I could come through doing a hundred and change

I put one in your frame, picture that

Who's running the game? Let's get to that

I guess we one in the same, a million and one

Once again

Nova-caine flow, ho, you ain't know?

Like a baller in an Impala, Jigga remain low

Then I pop up till your block up, then kick off like soccer

In the Range Ro', twist hoes like ankles

To the next time, nigga

I hit y'all with a million more