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Correct 5000 Ones Lyrics
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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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