Lifestyl - One in a Million lyrics

Chorus (Powda): Do you really wanna know me? Do you really wanna get with me? Do you really wanna be with me? I'm one in a million Do you really wanna roll with me? Do you really wanna f** with me? Do you really wanna come with me? I'm one in a million Do you really wanna ride with me? Do you really wanna smoke with me? Do you really wanna grind with me? I'm one in a million Do you really wanna f** with me? Do you really wanna shine with me? Do you wanna spend time with me? I'm one in a million First Verse (Pancho Villa): One in a million, this is true If you don't agree then f** you Your girl told me "I know you" So your girl I gots to do Break the rules? It's meant to be It's that boy, Pancho V., All the mamis up under me Cuz my life too salty Futuristic walk With that futuristic talk Future millionaires, with them futuristic thoughts Twinkle, twinkle little star Let's take a ride in my Lexus car Come with this, million-are I promise I won't, take it too far Chorus Second Verse (Pancho Villa): Tell me that you really wanna f** with me Tell me that you really wanna roll with me Tell me that you really wanna get with me And put your mouth all over me Girl won't you admit it? That you is addicted You liked the way I did it But I ain't committed Five, ten, shine and grin I know you heard I'm just a friend I'm the one that's gonna break you in Again and again, again and again Don't stop, get it get it Is what you say when I'm in it in it Then I say "Kiss it kiss it" After I, hit it hit it Yo read the news I paid my dues Got to win and never lose I'm keepin' cool and makin' moves Cuz Mama didn't raise no fool Remember me, Pancho V., New kid in the industry Settin' trends, makin' ends Makin' mucho dividends Chorus Third Verse (Ricky B.): I thank the Lord for my good looks And that I'm not no dead crook And that the judge didn't throw the book ]From all the, dope I shook Who's to say I won't end up dead? Who's to say I won't go fed? Who's to say you won't give me head? While lyin' in my waterbed And what about, when we love? Doin' things you wouldn't think of Bubble baths, bubble suds Havin' s** on your period Who's the scrub? Not me C-E-O with a company Buyin' cars, off the lots Always wearin' big rocks Chorus Fourth Verse (Powda): Do you wanna f** with me? Understand it's not for free That's the way it's gotta be Potent is the Powda see Erotica Royale All about myself Better bring my mail High-cla** and sa**y can't you tell? See I'm one in a million Stackin' paper to the ceiling Bound to get you off cuz when I ride you like that feelin' So don't act like you don't know That I'm all about my dough When I'm walkin' through that door All eyes on me I run the show Chorus