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5000 Ones

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

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 thang

When it come to money I got it, man

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

Still see me all on TV wit it

Still in da hood what ya need he get it

Dough low 44, see me wit it

If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it

See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'

Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'

7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches

Sucka niggas 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 ass up, grab that pole

Show me you 'bout that action, hoe

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

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

Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe

I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go

I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles

Me and the whole clique certified shot callas

Blow top dollas

Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers

5000 ones, throw 'em then stop

See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch

Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch

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

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I got 5000 ones when I see her 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 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

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

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

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

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 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 muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it

Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up

Dollas at the coke, they slang d

Really lil' mamma 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 start that good shit up

Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up

Sip on some that Patron

I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs

Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill

Still money ain't shit, 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

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up

I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her

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

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