Who can make a million fans up off one track
A backpackin' popstar with a skater pass
Girls love it when I sing but I love to rap
They got their eyes on this money like they wear a patch
And I don't tell 'em that I'm broke; where's the fun in that?
We at college playing shows, get a ton of ass
Dudes say I make songs for the culo
Girls ask me "what the hell the mad at you for? "
Same reason they was mad at menudo
I get girls and rap nerds watch naruto
These girls are pretty fast - no kissing
Still come at your johnson if you only get some clit in
Music's your dream - no patience
Hordes back to work in here with no pension

What's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Hey what's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Yeah
A million fans ain't living in my home
But I'm making me a million and I'm paying what I owe

Wassap now

I'm a color not another black rob
Stack go buzz till they turn to steve jobs
I gotta make a million, to make a difference
Hate if you want, long as you listen
Flowcoded and convenience store refreshments
Head of my class I'm beating on the freshmen
I use money but I am not the next man
attracted to this metal
Like we tryna kill an X-Men
And my lyrics are feeding off depression
Caused by the last decade of recession
School loans are starting to be a b*tch
So I just quit school and I'm starting to get rich or
Die tryin', turn into a giant
Here to add value to this music that I'm writing

What's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Hey what's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Yeah
A million fans ain't living in my home
But I'm making me a million and I'm paying what I owe

What's up, now?

If anything's good, there's a rare amount
So stop giving me songs that I don't care about
I'm not concerned with your past or your whereabouts
Used to never claim that I rap, so I'm try it out
Flow somethings new, beats borrowed
And I can guarantee a million fans follow
An outkast with Rage Against The Machines
Transform art to slave for companies
Homeboy green, been pavin' out the dream
Since I hang from trees and scraped my dungarees
You can't change the world from writing songs
But I have civil rights because of a microphone
Though a million ain't fittin' in my home
I'm making me a million and I'm paying what I owe

What's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Hey what's up, now?
Hey little beauty what's up, now?
Yeah
A million fans ain't living in my home
But I'm making me a million and I'm paying what I owe

What's up, now?