Testo 5000 Ones - feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista Explicit Promo Version - Drama feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista
Testo della canzone 5000 Ones - feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista Explicit Promo Version (Drama feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista), tratta dall'album 5000 Ones
I got five thousand ones lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
You see me when I walk there, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money, I got it, mane
You the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane
Way over your head, we out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
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
Still see me all on TV with it
Still in the hood, what you need? He get it
Low low, four four, see me with it
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 live it
Seven, eight stacks on two, three bitches
Sucka niggas over there that hate, we chillin'
Say we ran out of ones, send 'em back, get mo'
Tell shawty bend it over backwards slow
Then jack that ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, ho
I got five thousand ones lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it
I'm like eeny meeny miny moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout to throw, I'm 'bout to blow, pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callers
Blow top dollars
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
Five thousand ones, throw 'em up and start stylin'
See, I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second, when I'm done, you can have this bitch
Five thousand, ten thousand, twenty
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fam, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That money 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
Stack money tall as skyscrapers
Haters, you fly, I'm fly paper
She pop that thang, she get that
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mami
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami on mami
I got five thousand ones lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now lose your thong
Now lose your bottoms, now lose your top
You saw what I just spent, I coulda bought a watch
I coulda bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
Or sent my hood bitch to Phipps on a shoppin' trip
Five thousand ones, yeah, you know Young with it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go and get it
Still Mister Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do, I got a pole in my basement
If I can't make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bruh, bring me twenty grand, bronzo
I got five thousand ones lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money stack I be makin', you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club, got a nigga feelin' so freaky
They be askin', "Is you rollin'?"
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic
Wayne said it ain't trickin' if you got it
And pimpin' is a habit from the city of Mister Bishop Magic
And a motherfucker been a bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollars at the coldest ladies
Pretty lil' mama all over the Drama and T.I., Joc and Nelly
Play me in the club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma spark that kush shit up
Off five thousand ones, I'm about to throw it up
Sippin' some of the 'Trón
I'm about to put a hundred up in one of them thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I paid the bill
This lil' money ain't shit, I make major deals
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get up out the lot
If she comin' with a fatty, I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got five thousand ones lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it
Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Jay W. Jenkins, Gary Lee White, Sean J. Combs, Phalon Anton Alexander, Cedric Allen Williams, Jasiel Almon T. Robinson, Clifford Joseph Harris Jr., Willie L. Buckley
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