one in a million Do you really wanna roll with me? Do you really wanna fuck with me? Do you really wanna come with me? I'm one in a million Do you really
wouldn't know 'til you cats see me party I hardly sip Bacardi, so your clique think A nigga too pretty to sip a mixed drink But chicks think when they see I be a
garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you
mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [
s a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town
now don't try to point fingers or laugh at a man who popped a million pills because i can come right back and make you frown since i got a stack of bills
in your mind you'll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position that you
me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) This one
wanna see you smile Elevate your lifestyle, cop a yacht Hit the south the French Not a chance Keep your little advance This one's on me In the chef's a
her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone and she won't leave me alone Million
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope, or a phase with the rope Sometime I choke and try to believe When I get challenged by a million
ride If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide 'Cause you a real chick One that I can chill with
have deterred him from a career in music I'm aware that millions appreciate his music, millions loved his music Be that it may if he hadn't chosen that lifestyle
got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap
can create it I create it No one can make it For me, I ain't askin I ain't beggin I ain't pleadin In a positive direction my lifestyle I'm leadin I'm
Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang Crazy, deranged, strange, with a
