5000 Ones

[Intro: DJ Drama, Jazze Pha & T.I.] Ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving I need all my money, you dig that? Jazze, we got one, big homie! If you ain’t got ya ones, you late, you understand? Pay attention (Ooh-wee!) [Chorus: Nelly] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her (oh) I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her, man (oh) [Post-Chorus: Nelly] Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it, no They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no [Verse 1: T.I.] See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it Make it rain, ain't a thing When it come to money I got it, mayne You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne We way over here, up out your range Don't try to be G, that's not your thang You try me G, that Glock gon' bang K-I-N-G, that's not gon' change I'm rich bitch, I don't care about no fame 'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine You can still see me all on TV with it Still in the hood, what ya need, he get it Dough low, .44, see me with it If a nigga runnin' up, best believe he get it You can see us in the club nigga, we be trippin' Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin' Seven, eight stacks on two or three bitches Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin' So we ran out of ones so go back, get more Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow Then jack that ass up, grab that pole Show me you 'bout that action, hoe [Chorus: Nelly] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her (oh) I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her, man (oh) [Post-Chorus: Nelly] Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it, no They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no [Verse 2: Yung Joc] I'm like, eeenie, meenie, miny, moe I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go, I'm bout to throw I'm 'bout to blow, we pop bottles Me and the whole clique certified shot callers, blow top dollars Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers 5000 ones, throw 'em then stockpile See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch Splurge for a second, when I'm done, you can have this bitch [Verse 3: Willie The Kid] 5000, 10,000, 20 ones in my hand, that's good money Ones in my fan, we get money, she pop that thang, she get that That money's fallin' like rain, I'm VIP, that's champagne I'm K-I-D, do my thang, and yes, indeed, I got change Or shall I say I got paper, stacked money tall as skyscrapers Haters, you fly, I'm flypaper, she pop that thang, she get that She make it hot like wasabi, look at that body on mommy She probably stand right beside me, and I tsunami lil' mommy [Chorus: Nelly] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her (oh) I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her, man (oh) [Post-Chorus: Nelly] Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it, no They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no (Jeezy) [Verse 4: Jeezy] They call me Young, my money long I make it rain, now loose your thong Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip 5000 ones, ya you know young wit it So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it (Haha) Still Mr. Magic City, you know, no replacements (Yeah) This is what I do I got a pole in my basement (Damn) If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (Ayy) Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto [Chorus: Nelly & Diddy] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club (Drama, they call me Diddy) I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her (oh) I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her, man (oh) [Post-Chorus: Nelly] Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it, no They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no [Verse 5: Twista] It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em Get love in the strip club Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you rollin' Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when They say it ain't trickin' if you got it And pimpin' is a habit, from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it Steady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up Dollars of the coke, they slang D Really lil' momma all over DJ Drama And T.I., Joc, and Nelly When we in da club - I'ma pop a couple of bottles And I'ma spark that good shit up All 5000 ones, I'm about to throw it up (Throw it up) Sip on some that Patron I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs Gotta throw a lil' somethin' cause I pay the bill This little money ain't shit, I'm like major deal Better ring the alarm, here come the paper Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot If she come up wit a fatty, I gladly tip her Jazze, tell 'em what I got [Chorus: Nelly] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her (oh) I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' for her, man (oh)