Cornell Haynes Jr. - 5000 Ones lyrics

{Ladies and Gentleman} {*echoes*} [Intro: DJ Drama] Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving Jazze, we got one, big dawg~! Pay attention, go~! {*Diddy ad-libs throughout Intro*} [Hook: Nelly] I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest b**h 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 (OH) [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, man You the next best thang, I'm the hottest mayne You talk that sh**, 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 b**h, I don't care about no fame Cause if all else fails, I got c**aine Still see me all on TV wit it Still in da hood what ya need he get it Dough low 44, see me with it If a n***a runnin' up best believe he get it See us in da club n***a, we be trippin' n***as rap 'bout that sh** we livin' 7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 b**hes s**a n***as over there hatin', we chillin' I ran out of ones, so go back get more Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow Jack dat a** up, grab that pole Show me you 'bout that action, hoe [Hook] [Interlude] 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 [Yung Joc] Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go I'm 'bout to blow, we pop bottles Me and the whole clique certified shot callers, blow top dollars Got this b**h jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers 5000 ones, throw 'em then stop See I'm lookin' for the baddest b**h Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this b**h [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 Hater's you fly I fly paper, 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 [Hook] [Young 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 b**h 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 Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements This is what I do I got a pole in my basement If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto [Hook] + [Interlude] [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 n***a feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin' Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when She's askin if you trickin' you got it Pimpin' is a habit from Twista Magic City And the muthaf**in' betta bet not b**h about it Steady stackin' paper That's the reason we be throwin' it up Dollas at the coke, they slang D Really lil' momma all over DJ Drama And T.I., Joc, and Nelly when we in da club I'mma pop a couple of bottles And I'mma start that good sh** up Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up Sip on some that Patron I'mma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs Gotta cup a lil' somethin' cause I pay the bill Still money ain't sh**, I make major deal Better ring the alarm, here come the paper Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her Jazze, tell 'em what I got [Hook] + [Interlude]