Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5000 Ones, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 19.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |