DJ Drama ft. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Jeezy, Twista - 5000 Ones Lyrics

Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
(Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie
(If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you understand?)
Pay attention, go (they call me Diddy)

I got five thousand ones
Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (AMG, player hustle, homie)
I'm lookin' for her (Embassy)
I got five thousand ones
When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up (hey, hey, hey)
I'm lookin' for her (you know how we do)
I'm lookin' for her, man (what's happenin'? Yeah)

Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (ayy)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no (Drama, you got it with this one)
They can't hold me, no (Grand Hustle)
They can't hold me (let's get it, homie, yeah)

See me when I walked 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 (come on)
You the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane (let's go)
Way over here, we out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang (yeah)
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 (rich)
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine (go)
Still see me all on TV wit it (uh-huh)
Still in the hood, what ya need he get it (yeah)
Dough low 44, see me with it
A nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
You could 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'
If I ran out of ones, then I'm back gettin' more
Say, shawty bend it over back, real slow
Then jack that ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, ho (go, let's go, go)

I got five thousand ones
Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (come on, now)
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 wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)
I'm lookin' for her, man

Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (come on, man)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (oh, y'all know I got it)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no
(We gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)
They can't hold me, no
They can't hold me (yeah, I'm like)

Eeenie meenie miny moe (miny moe)
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout to throw, I'm 'bout to blow (come on, blow)
Pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
Five thousand ones, throw 'em, then stockpile it
See, I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (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
Runs in my fam, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that (get that, 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 (oh)
Or shall I say I got paper, stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly, I'm fly paper
She pop that thang she get that (get that, get that)
She make it hot like wasabi, look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me and I tsunami lil' mami

I got five thousand ones (yeah)
Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (come on)
I'm lookin' for her (Drama)
I got five thousand ones
When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (they call me Diddy)
I'm lookin' for her, man

Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, Young, drop, come on)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me
(You know I'm the strip club king, right?)
(I run this building, man)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no
(You niggas know what it is, man, it's my world)
They can't hold me, no (that's where I came from, nigga, let's go)
They can't hold me (let's go)

(Jeezy)
They call me Young (they call me Young)
My money long (my money long)
I make it rain (I make it rain)
Now lose your thong (yeah)
Now lose your bottoms
Now lose your top
You saw what I just spent (spent)
I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car (car)
Maybe a couple bricks (woo)
I sent my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip (yeah)
Five thousand ones, yeah, you know Young wit' it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get and it (ha-ha)
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't make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (ayy)
Call lil' bruh, bring me twenty grand pronto (let's go)

I got five thousand ones (Drama)
Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club (they call me Diddy)
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her (we gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)
I got five thousand ones
When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up
(I wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her, man

Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no
They can't hold me, no
They can't hold me (Drama, Twista)

It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him (yeah, Twista)
The money the stacks that we makin', you can't fold 'em (let's go)
Get love in the strip club
Got a nigga feeling so freaky they be askin', "Is you rollin'?" (Woo)
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic (uh-huh)
Wayne said, "It ain't trickin' if you got it" (yeah)
And pimpin' is a habit, from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic (come on, don't stop)
And a motherfucka betta bet not bitch about it (let's go, ah)
Steady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas, at the corner they slang D
Pretty lil' momma all over DJ Drama and T.I., Joc, and Nelly
When we in the club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma spark that good shit up
All five thousand ones and I'm about to throw it up (throw it up)
Sip on some of the 'Tron
I'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay 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 I pop a lot
If she come up wit 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 (throw it up, man)
I'm lookin' for her (throw it up)
I'm lookin' for her
I got five thousand ones
When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up
(We gon' make a tsnuami in this motherfucker)
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her, man (throw the money in the motherfuckin' air)