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)