| I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I’m throwin' it up
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| See me when I walk in, ain’t nothin' to it
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| Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
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| Make it rain, ain’t a thang
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| When it come to money I got it, man
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| You the next best thang, I’m the hottest, mayne
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| You talk that shit, I’m 'bout it, mayne
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| We way over here, up out your range
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| Don’t try to be G, that’s not your thang
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| You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
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| K I N G, that’s not gon' change
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| I’m rich, bitch, I don’t care about no fame
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| 'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
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| Still see me all on TV wit it
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| Still in da hood what ya need he get it
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| Dough low 44, see me wit it
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| If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
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| See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
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| Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
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| 7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
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| Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
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| I ran out of ones, so go back get more
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| Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
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| Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
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| Show me you 'bout that action, hoe
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| I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I’m throwin' it up
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold it, no
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| They can’t hold it, no, they can’t hold it, no
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| Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
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| I’m lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
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| I’m 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
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| Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
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| Blow top dollas
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| Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
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| 5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
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| See I’m lookin' for the baddest bitch
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| Splurge for a second when I’m done you can have this bitch
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| Ones in my hand, that’s good money
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| Ones in my fan, we get money
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| She pop that thang, she get that
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| That money’s fallin' like rain
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| I’m VIP that’s champagne
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| I’m K I D do my thang
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| And yes, indeed, I got change
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| Or shall I say I got paper
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| Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
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| Hater’s you fly I fly paper
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| She pop that thang she get that
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| She make it hot like wasabi
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| Look at that body on mommy
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| She probably stand right beside me
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| And I tsunami lil' mommy
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| I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I’m throwin' it up
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| They call me Young, my money long
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| I make it rain, now loose your thong
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| Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
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| You saw what I just spent, I could’ve bought a watch
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| I could’ve bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
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| I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
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| 5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
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| So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
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| Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
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| This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
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| If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
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| Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto
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| I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I’m throwin' it up
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold it, no
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| They can’t hold it, no, they can’t hold it, no
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| It’s the Twista and can’t nobody hold him
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| The money the stacks that we makin' you can’t fold 'em
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| Get love in the strip club
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| Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
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| Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
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| She’s askin if you trickin' you got it
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| Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
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| And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it
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| Steady stackin' paper that’s the reason we be throwin' it up
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| Dollas at the coke, they slang d
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| Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
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| And T.I. |
| Joc and Nelly when we in da club
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| I’ma pop a couple of bottles and I’ma start that good shit up
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| Got 5000 ones and I’m about to throw it up
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| Sip on some that Patron
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| I’ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
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| Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
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| Still money ain’t shit, I make major deal
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| Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
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| Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
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| When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
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| Jazze, tell 'em what I got
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| I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I’m throwin' it up
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| I’m lookin' for her, I’m lookin' for her
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| I’m lookin' for her I’m lookin' for her
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold
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| Stacks so fat rubber bands can’t hold it, no
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| They can’t hold it, no, they can’t hold it, no |