Testo 5000 Ones - feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista Amended 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 Amended Promo Version (Drama feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista), tratta dall'album 5000 Ones
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
Jazze, we got one, big homie?
Yeah, we got you one, you're too late, you understand?
They call me Diddy
I got 5,000 ones, looking for the baddest chick in the club
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her
I got 5,000 ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwing it up
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her, mane
See me when I walk there ain't nothing to it
Brought 10 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 gat gon' bang
K-I-N-G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich nigga, I don't care 'bout no thang
Cause of all the fails I got, I'm still gang
Still see me all on TV with it
Still in the hood, what you need, he get it
Dolo nigga, see me with it
Nigga running up, best believe he get it
You can see us in the club, nigga we be tripping
Rap 'bout that shit, we live it
7 Or 8 stacks on two or three bitches
Suck a shit over here to hang, we chilling
Say you ran out of ones, then I'm back getting more
Tell shorty bend it over backwards slow
Then jack that ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action
I got 5,000 ones, looking for the baddest chick in the club
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her
I got 5,000 ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwing it up
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her, mane
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 looking 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 these bitches jumping off the chain like Rottweilers
5,000 Ones, throw 'em up and start styling
See I'm looking for the baddest chicks
Splurge for a second, when I'm done you can have this chick
5 Thousand, 10 thousand, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fam, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that ass
That money falling like rain
I'm V.I.P., 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 ass
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body, oh mami
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami, oh mami
I got 5,000 ones, looking for the baddest chick in the club
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her
I got 5,000 ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwing it up
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her, mane
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now lose your thongs
Now lose your bottoms, now lose your top
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car, maybe a couple broads
Or sent my hood bitch to Fifths on a shopping trip
5,000 Ones, yeah you know Young with it
So high up in the air she need a flight to go and get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know hoes love 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' bro, bring me 20 grand, bronco
I got 5,000 ones, looking for the baddest chick in the club
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her
I got 5,000 ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwing it up
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her, mane
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
Drama, Twista!
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money stack I be making, you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Got a nigga feeling so freaky they be asking "Is you rolling?"
Yeah, making it rain is automatic
Wayne said it ain't tricking if you got it
And pimping is a habit from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic
And a motherfucker and I been about it
Steady stacking paper that's the reason we be throwing it up
Dollars at the coldest ladies
Pretty little mama all over nigga, Drama, and T.I., Joc, and Nelly
Play me in the club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma spark that, spark that up
Off 5,000 ones I'm about to throw it up
Sipping some of the 'Tron
I'm about to put a hundred up in one of the bitches
Gotta throw a lil' something cause I paid the bill
This lil' money ain't shit, I made major deals
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista coming in the club when I get up out the lot
If she coming with a fatty, I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got 5,000 ones, looking for the baddest chick in the club
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her
I got 5,000 ones, when I see a pimp I'm throwing it up
I'm looking for her, I'm looking for her, mane
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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