Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen
Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
I need all my money, you dig that?
Jazze, we got one, big homie!
If you ain’t got ya ones, you late, you understand?
Pay attention (Ooh-wee!)

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' 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 lookin' for her, man (oh)

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

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, mayne
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
You can still see me all on TV with it
Still in the hood, what ya need, he get it
Dough low, .44, see me with it
If a nigga runnin' up, best believe he get it
You can see us in the club nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
Seven, eight stacks on two or three bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
So we ran out of ones so go back, get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Then jack that ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest chick in the club
I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' 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 lookin' for her, man (oh)

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

I'm like, eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go, I'm bout to 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 stockpile
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
Haters, you fly, I'm flypaper, 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 (oh), I'm lookin' 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 lookin' for her, man (oh)

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 (Jeezy)

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 (Haha)
Still Mr. Magic City, you know, no replacements (Yeah)
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement (Damn)
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (Ayy)
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club (Drama, they call me Diddy)
I'm lookin' for her (oh), I'm lookin' 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 lookin' for her, man (oh)

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 rollin'
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it
And pimpin' is a habit, from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollars of the coke, they slang D
Really lil' momma 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 spark that good shit up
All 5000 ones, I'm about to throw it up (Throw it up)
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta throw a lil' somethin' cause I pay the bill
This little money ain't shit, I'm like major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
If 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 (oh), I'm lookin' 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 lookin' for her, man (oh)