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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
Carl Mitchell
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter
Cedric Williams
Cedric Williams
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Gary White
Gary White
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Jasiel Robinson
Jasiel Robinson
Songwriter
Phalon Alexander
Phalon Alexander
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Willie B. Jackson
Willie B. Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
Jazze, we got one, big homie (It's too late, ya understand?)
Pay attention, go
[Verse 2]
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
I got 5000 ones, when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
[Verse 3]
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it (Ay!)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it (Ay!)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
[Verse 4]
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 thing
When it come to money I got it, mane
You the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane
We way over your head, we 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 with it
Still in da 'hood, what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me with it
If a **** runnin' up, best believe he get it
See us in da club ****, we be trippin'
**** rap 'bout that shit we livin'
Seven or eight stacks on two or three bitches
Sucker **** 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, ho
[Verse 5]
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
I got 5000 ones, when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
[Verse 6]
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
[Verse 7]
Eenie, meanie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go, I'm 'bout throw
I'm 'bout to blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callers, blow top dollars
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
[Verse 8]
5000, 10000, 20 in my hand, that's good money
Runs in my fam, we get money, she pop that thing, 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
Haters, you fly on 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
[Verse 9]
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
I got 5000 ones, when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
[Verse 10]
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it
[Verse 11]
(Let's go, let's go, Jeezy)
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now lose your thong
Now lose your bottoms, now lose your top
You saw what I just spent, I coulda bought a watch
I coulda bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
Or set my hood up, 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 and 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 twenty grand pronto
[Verse 12]
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
I got 5000 ones, when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
[Verse 13]
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold it
No, they can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
[Verse 14]
(Drama, Twista)
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him (Get 'em, Twista)
The money stacks I be making, you can't fold 'em
Getting love in the strip club
Got a **** feeling so freaky, they asking, "Is you rolling?"
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 motherfucker better not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper
That's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dolla's at the coke, they slang D
Ready lil' mama, all over DJ Drama
And T.I., Joc, and Nelly
[Verse 15]
Yeah, we in the club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles
And I'ma spark that kush shit up
All 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
[Verse 16]
Sip on some that Patrón
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 a pop a lot
If she come up wit' a fatty, I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what her got
[Verse 17]
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
I got 5000 ones, when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her (Oh), I'm looking for her (Oh)
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Cedric Williams, Clifford Harris, Cornell Haynes, Jr., Gary White, Jasiel Robinson, Jay Jenkins, Phalon Alexander, Sean Combs, Willie B. Jackson

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