[{"id":10422727,"name":"5000 Ones","trackName":"5000 Ones","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nSee me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\nBrought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\nMake it rain, ain't a thang\nWhen it come to money I got it, man\n\nYou the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\nYou talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\nWe way over here, up out your range\nDon't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\nYou try me G, that Glock gon' bang\nK I N G, that's not gon' change\nI'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\nStill see me all on TV wit it\nStill in da hood what ya need he get it\nDough low 44, see me wit it\nIf a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\nSee us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\nNiggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\nSucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\nI ran out of ones, so go back get more\nSay shawty, bend it over back, real slow\nJack dat ass up, grab that pole\nShow me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\nEeenie, meenie, miny, moe\nI'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\nI'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\nMe and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\nBlow top dollas\nGot this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\nSee I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\nSplurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n5000, 10, 000, 20\nOnes in my hand, that's good money\nOnes in my fan, we get money\nShe pop that thang, she get that\n\nThat money's fallin' like rain\nI'm VIP that's champagne\nI'm K I D do my thang\nAnd yes, indeed, I got change\n\nOr shall I say I got paper\nStacked money tall as skyscrapers\nHater's you fly I fly paper\nShe pop that thang she get that\n\nShe make it hot like wasabi\nLook at that body on mommy\nShe probably stand right beside me\nAnd I tsunami lil' mommy\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nThey call me Young, my money long\nI make it rain, now loose your thong\nNow loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\nYou saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\nI could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\nI send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\nSo high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\nStill Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\nThis is what I do I got a pole in my basement\nIf I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\nCall lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\nIt's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\nThe money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\nGet love in the strip club\nGotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\nYeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\nShe's askin if you trickin' you got it\nPimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\nAnd the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\nSteady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\nDollas at the coke, they slang d\nReally lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\nAnd T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thang\n  When it come to money I got it, man\n\n  You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\n  We way over here, up out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\n  You try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K I N G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\n  Still see me all on TV wit it\n  Still in da hood what ya need he get it\n  Dough low 44, see me wit it\n  If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\n  See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\n  I ran out of ones, so go back get more\n  Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow\n  Jack dat ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\n  See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\n  Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n  5000, 10, 000, 20\n  Ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Ones in my fan, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that\n\n  That money's fallin' like rain\n  I'm VIP that's champagne\n  I'm K I D do my thang\n  And yes, indeed, I got change\n\n  Or shall I say I got paper\n  Stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly I fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that\n\n  She make it hot like wasabi\n  Look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me\n  And I tsunami lil' mommy\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  They call me Young, my money long\n  I make it rain, now loose your thong\n  Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\n  You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\n  I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\n  I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n  5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\n  This is what I do I got a pole in my basement\n  If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\n  Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\n  The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\n  She's askin if you trickin' you got it\n  Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\n  And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\n  Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas at the coke, they slang d\n  Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\n  And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":26345761,"name":"5000 Ones","trackName":"5000 Ones","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"WINTERMIX 2007/2008","duration":166.164938,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nSee me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\nBrought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\nMake it rain, ain't a thang\nWhen it come to money I got it, man\n\nYou the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\nYou talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\nWe way over here, up out your range\nDon't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\nYou try me G, that Glock gon' bang\nK I N G, that's not gon' change\nI'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\nStill see me all on TV wit it\nStill in da hood what ya need he get it\nDough low 44, see me wit it\nIf a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\nSee us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\nNiggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\nSucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\nI ran out of ones, so go back get more\nSay shawty, bend it over back, real slow\nJack dat ass up, grab that pole\nShow me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\nEeenie, meenie, miny, moe\nI'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\nI'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\nMe and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\nBlow top dollas\nGot this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\nSee I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\nSplurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n5000, 10, 000, 20\nOnes in my hand, that's good money\nOnes in my fan, we get money\nShe pop that thang, she get that\n\nThat money's fallin' like rain\nI'm VIP that's champagne\nI'm K I D do my thang\nAnd yes, indeed, I got change\n\nOr shall I say I got paper\nStacked money tall as skyscrapers\nHater's you fly I fly paper\nShe pop that thang she get that\n\nShe make it hot like wasabi\nLook at that body on mommy\nShe probably stand right beside me\nAnd I tsunami lil' mommy\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nThey call me Young, my money long\nI make it rain, now loose your thong\nNow loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\nYou saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\nI could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\nI send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\nSo high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\nStill Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\nThis is what I do I got a pole in my basement\nIf I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\nCall lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\nIt's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\nThe money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\nGet love in the strip club\nGotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\nYeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\nShe's askin if you trickin' you got it\nPimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\nAnd the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\nSteady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\nDollas at the coke, they slang d\nReally lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\nAnd T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: WINTERMIX 2007/2008\n  duration_ms: 166165\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thang\n  When it come to money I got it, man\n\n  You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\n  We way over here, up out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\n  You try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K I N G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\n  Still see me all on TV wit it\n  Still in da hood what ya need he get it\n  Dough low 44, see me wit it\n  If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\n  See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\n  I ran out of ones, so go back get more\n  Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow\n  Jack dat ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\n  See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\n  Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n  5000, 10, 000, 20\n  Ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Ones in my fan, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that\n\n  That money's fallin' like rain\n  I'm VIP that's champagne\n  I'm K I D do my thang\n  And yes, indeed, I got change\n\n  Or shall I say I got paper\n  Stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly I fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that\n\n  She make it hot like wasabi\n  Look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me\n  And I tsunami lil' mommy\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  They call me Young, my money long\n  I make it rain, now loose your thong\n  Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\n  You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\n  I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\n  I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n  5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\n  This is what I do I got a pole in my basement\n  If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\n  Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\n  The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\n  She's askin if you trickin' you got it\n  Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\n  And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\n  Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas at the coke, they slang d\n  Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\n  And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":26251356,"name":"5000 Ones","trackName":"5000 Ones","artistName":"DJ Drama Ft. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones\n  artist: DJ Drama Ft. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":33724970,"name":"5000 Ones","trackName":"5000 Ones","artistName":"DJ Drama Ft. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":16551137,"name":"5000 Ones (feat. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones (feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Jeezy, & Twista)\n  artist: Dj Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thang\n  When it come to money I got it, man\n\n  You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\n  We way over here, up out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\n  You try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K I N G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\n  Still see me all on TV wit it\n  Still in da hood what ya need he get it\n  Dough low 44, see me wit it\n  If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\n  See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\n  I ran out of ones, so go back get more\n  Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow\n  Jack dat ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\n  See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\n  Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n  5000, 10, 000, 20\n  Ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Ones in my fan, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that\n\n  That money's fallin' like rain\n  I'm VIP that's champagne\n  I'm K I D do my thang\n  And yes, indeed, I got change\n\n  Or shall I say I got paper\n  Stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly I fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that\n\n  She make it hot like wasabi\n  Look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me\n  And I tsunami lil' mommy\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  They call me Young, my money long\n  I make it rain, now loose your thong\n  Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\n  You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\n  I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\n  I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n  5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\n  This is what I do I got a pole in my basement\n  If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\n  Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\n  The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\n  She's askin if you trickin' you got it\n  Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\n  And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\n  Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas at the coke, they slang d\n  Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\n  And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":6261222,"name":"5000 Ones (feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista)","trackName":"5000 Ones (feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista)","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Album","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)\nDrama, Mr. Thanksgiving\n(Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie\n(If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you understand?)\nPay attention, go (they call me Diddy)\nI got five thousand ones\nLookin' for the baddest chick in the club\nI'm lookin' for her (AMG, player hustle, homie)\nI'm lookin' for her (Embassy)\nI got five thousand ones\nWhen I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up (hey, hey, hey)\nI'm lookin' for her (you know how we do)\nI'm lookin' for her, man (what's happenin'? Yeah)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (ayy)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, yeah, ayy)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no (Drama, you got it with this one)\nThey can't hold me, no (Grand Hustle)\nThey can't hold me (let's get it, homie, yeah)\nSee me when I walked in, ain't nothin' to it\nBrought ten stacks to the back then threw it\nMake it rain, ain't a thing\nWhen it come to money I got it, man (come on)\nYou the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane\nYou talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane (let's go)\nWay over here, we out your range\nDon't try to be G, that's not your thang (yeah)\nTry me G, that Glock gon' bang\nK-I-N-G, that's not gon' change\nI'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame (rich)\n'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine (go)\nStill see me all on TV wit it (uh-huh)\nStill in the hood, what ya need he get it (yeah)\nDough low 44, see me with it\nA nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\nYou could see us in the club, nigga, we be trippin'\nNiggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\nSeven, eight stacks on two or three bitches\nSucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\nIf I ran out of ones, then I'm back gettin' more\nSay, shawty bend it over back, real slow\nThen jack that ass up, grab that pole\nShow me you 'bout that action, ho (go, let's go, go)\nI got five thousand ones\nLookin' for the baddest chick in the club\nI'm lookin' for her (come on, now)\nI'm lookin' for her\nI got five thousand ones\nWhen I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her (I wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)\nI'm lookin' for her, man\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (come on, man)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (oh, y'all know I got it)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\n(We gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)\nThey can't hold me, no\nThey can't hold me (yeah, I'm like)\nEeenie meenie miny moe (miny moe)\nI'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\nI'm 'bout to throw, I'm 'bout to blow (come on, blow)\nPop bottles\nMe and the whole clique certified shot callas\nBlow top dollas\nGot this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\nFive thousand ones, throw 'em, then stockpile it\nSee, I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (baddest bitch)\nSplurge for a second, when I'm done you can have this bitch\nFive thousand, ten thousand, twenty ones in my hand, that's good money\nRuns in my fam, we get money\nShe pop that thang, she get that (get that, get that)\nThat money's fallin' like rain, I'm VIP, that's champagne\nI'm K-I-D, do my thang, and, yes, indeed, I got change (oh)\nOr shall I say I got paper, stacked money tall as skyscrapers\nHater's you fly, I'm fly paper\nShe pop that thang she get that (get that, get that)\nShe make it hot like wasabi, look at that body on mommy\nShe probably stand right beside me and I tsunami lil' mami\nI got five thousand ones (yeah)\nLookin' for the baddest chick in the club\nI'm lookin' for her (come on)\nI'm lookin' for her (Drama)\nI got five thousand ones\nWhen I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her (they call me Diddy)\nI'm lookin' for her, man\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, Young, drop, come on)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\n(You know I'm the strip club king, right?)\n(I run this building, man)\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\n(You niggas know what it is, man, it's my world)\nThey can't hold me, no (that's where I came from, nigga, let's go)\nThey can't hold me (let's go)\n(Jeezy)\nThey call me Young (they call me Young)\nMy money long (my money long)\nI make it rain (I make it rain)\nNow lose your thong (yeah)\nNow lose your bottoms\nNow lose your top\nYou saw what I just spent (spent)\nI could've bought a watch\nI could've bought a car (car)\nMaybe a couple bricks (woo)\nI sent my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip (yeah)\nFive thousand ones, yeah, you know Young wit' it\nSo high up in the air, she need a flight to go get and it (ha-ha)\nStill Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements (yeah)\nThis is what I do, I got a pole in my basement (damn)\nIf I can't make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (ayy)\nCall lil' bruh, bring me twenty grand pronto (let's go)\nI got five thousand ones (Drama)\nLookin' for the baddest chick in the club (they call me Diddy)\nI'm lookin' for her\nI'm lookin' for her (we gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)\nI got five thousand ones\nWhen I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n(I wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)\nI'm lookin' for her\nI'm lookin' for her, man\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\nStacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\nThey can't hold me, no\nThey can't hold me (Drama, Twista)\nIt's the Twista and can't nobody hold him (yeah, Twista)\nThe money the stacks that we makin', you can't fold 'em (let's go)\nGet love in the strip club\nGot a nigga feeling so freaky they be askin', \"Is you rollin'?\" (Woo)\nYeah, makin' it rain is automatic (uh-huh)\nWayne said, \"It ain't trickin' if you got it\" (yeah)\nAnd pimpin' is a habit, from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic (come on, don't stop)\nAnd a motherfucka betta bet not bitch about it (let's go, ah)\nSteady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up\nDollas, at the corner they slang D\nPretty lil' momma all over DJ Drama and T.I., Joc, and Nelly\nWhen we in the club\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma spark that good shit up\nAll five thousand ones and I'm about to throw it up (throw it up)\nSip on some of the 'Tron\nI'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs\nGotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nThis lil' money ain't shit, I make major deals\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nIf she come up wit a fatty, I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\nI got five thousand ones\nLookin' for the baddest chick in the club (throw it up, man)\nI'm lookin' for her (throw it up)\nI'm lookin' for her\nI got five thousand ones\nWhen I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n(We gon' make a tsnuami in this motherfucker)\nI'm lookin' for her\nI'm lookin' for her, man (throw the money in the motherfuckin' air)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones (feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista)\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and Gentleman (yeah)\n  Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving\n  (Drama) Jazze, we got one, big homie\n  (If you ain't got your ones yet, too late you understand?)\n  Pay attention, go (they call me Diddy)\n  I got five thousand ones\n  Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her (AMG, player hustle, homie)\n  I'm lookin' for her (Embassy)\n  I got five thousand ones\n  When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up (hey, hey, hey)\n  I'm lookin' for her (you know how we do)\n  I'm lookin' for her, man (what's happenin'? Yeah)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (ayy)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no (Drama, you got it with this one)\n  They can't hold me, no (Grand Hustle)\n  They can't hold me (let's get it, homie, yeah)\n  See me when I walked in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thing\n  When it come to money I got it, man (come on)\n  You the next best thing, I'm the hottest, mane\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mane (let's go)\n  Way over here, we out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang (yeah)\n  Try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K-I-N-G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame (rich)\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine (go)\n  Still see me all on TV wit it (uh-huh)\n  Still in the hood, what ya need he get it (yeah)\n  Dough low 44, see me with it\n  A nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n  You could see us in the club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  Seven, eight stacks on two or three bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n  If I ran out of ones, then I'm back gettin' more\n  Say, shawty bend it over back, real slow\n  Then jack that ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, ho (go, let's go, go)\n  I got five thousand ones\n  Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her (come on, now)\n  I'm lookin' for her\n  I got five thousand ones\n  When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her (I wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)\n  I'm lookin' for her, man\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (come on, man)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (oh, y'all know I got it)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\n  (We gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)\n  They can't hold me, no\n  They can't hold me (yeah, I'm like)\n  Eeenie meenie miny moe (miny moe)\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout to throw, I'm 'bout to blow (come on, blow)\n  Pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  Five thousand ones, throw 'em, then stockpile it\n  See, I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch (baddest bitch)\n  Splurge for a second, when I'm done you can have this bitch\n  Five thousand, ten thousand, twenty ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Runs in my fam, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that (get that, get that)\n  That money's fallin' like rain, I'm VIP, that's champagne\n  I'm K-I-D, do my thang, and, yes, indeed, I got change (oh)\n  Or shall I say I got paper, stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly, I'm fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that (get that, get that)\n  She make it hot like wasabi, look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me and I tsunami lil' mami\n  I got five thousand ones (yeah)\n  Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her (come on)\n  I'm lookin' for her (Drama)\n  I got five thousand ones\n  When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her (they call me Diddy)\n  I'm lookin' for her, man\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (yeah, Young, drop, come on)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\n  (You know I'm the strip club king, right?)\n  (I run this building, man)\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\n  (You niggas know what it is, man, it's my world)\n  They can't hold me, no (that's where I came from, nigga, let's go)\n  They can't hold me (let's go)\n  (Jeezy)\n  They call me Young (they call me Young)\n  My money long (my money long)\n  I make it rain (I make it rain)\n  Now lose your thong (yeah)\n  Now lose your bottoms\n  Now lose your top\n  You saw what I just spent (spent)\n  I could've bought a watch\n  I could've bought a car (car)\n  Maybe a couple bricks (woo)\n  I sent my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip (yeah)\n  Five thousand ones, yeah, you know Young wit' it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get and it (ha-ha)\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements (yeah)\n  This is what I do, I got a pole in my basement (damn)\n  If I can't make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (ayy)\n  Call lil' bruh, bring me twenty grand pronto (let's go)\n  I got five thousand ones (Drama)\n  Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club (they call me Diddy)\n  I'm lookin' for her\n  I'm lookin' for her (we gon' drown y'all motherfuckers in this party)\n  I got five thousand ones\n  When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  (I wanna see a blizzard in this motherfucker)\n  I'm lookin' for her\n  I'm lookin' for her, man\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me\n  Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me, no\n  They can't hold me, no\n  They can't hold me (Drama, Twista)\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him (yeah, Twista)\n  The money the stacks that we makin', you can't fold 'em (let's go)\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Got a nigga feeling so freaky they be askin', \"Is you rollin'?\" (Woo)\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic (uh-huh)\n  Wayne said, \"It ain't trickin' if you got it\" (yeah)\n  And pimpin' is a habit, from the city of Mr. Bishop Magic (come on, don't stop)\n  And a motherfucka betta bet not bitch about it (let's go, ah)\n  Steady stackin' paper, that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas, at the corner they slang D\n  Pretty lil' momma all over DJ Drama and T.I., Joc, and Nelly\n  When we in the club\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma spark that good shit up\n  All five thousand ones and I'm about to throw it up (throw it up)\n  Sip on some of the 'Tron\n  I'm 'bout to put a hundred up in one of the thongs\n  Gotta throw a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  This lil' money ain't shit, I make major deals\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  If she come up wit a fatty, I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n  I got five thousand ones\n  Lookin' for the baddest chick in the club (throw it up, man)\n  I'm lookin' for her (throw it up)\n  I'm lookin' for her\n  I got five thousand ones\n  When I see a pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  (We gon' make a tsnuami in this motherfucker)\n  I'm lookin' for her\n  I'm lookin' for her, man (throw the money in the motherfuckin' air)\n"},{"id":18833893,"name":"5000 Ones (Feat. T.I., Nelly, Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Young Jeezy And Twista)","trackName":"5000 Ones (Feat. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones (Feat. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":10672184,"name":"5000 Ones (Feat. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones (Feat. T.I., Nelly, Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Young Jeezy And Twista)\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: Gangsta Grillz Volume 17\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thang\n  When it come to money I got it, man\n\n  You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\n  We way over here, up out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\n  You try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K I N G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\n  Still see me all on TV wit it\n  Still in da hood what ya need he get it\n  Dough low 44, see me wit it\n  If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\n  See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\n  I ran out of ones, so go back get more\n  Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow\n  Jack dat ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\n  See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\n  Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n  5000, 10, 000, 20\n  Ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Ones in my fan, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that\n\n  That money's fallin' like rain\n  I'm VIP that's champagne\n  I'm K I D do my thang\n  And yes, indeed, I got change\n\n  Or shall I say I got paper\n  Stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly I fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that\n\n  She make it hot like wasabi\n  Look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me\n  And I tsunami lil' mommy\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  They call me Young, my money long\n  I make it rain, now loose your thong\n  Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\n  You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\n  I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\n  I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n  5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\n  This is what I do I got a pole in my basement\n  If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\n  Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\n  The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\n  She's askin if you trickin' you got it\n  Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\n  And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\n  Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas at the coke, they slang d\n  Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\n  And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"},{"id":6261221,"name":"5000 Ones (feat. 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Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\nI'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\nGot 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\nSip on some that Patron\nI'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\nGotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\nStill money ain't shit, I make major deal\nBetter ring the alarm, here come the paper\nTwista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\nWhen she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\nJazze, tell 'em what I got\n\nI got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\nI got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\nI'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\nI'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\nStacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\nThey can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5000 Ones (feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie the Kid, Young Jeezy & Twista)\n  artist: DJ Drama feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Jeezy & Twista\n  album: Gangsta Grillz The Album\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it\n  Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it\n  Make it rain, ain't a thang\n  When it come to money I got it, man\n\n  You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne\n  You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne\n  We way over here, up out your range\n  Don't try to be G, that's not your thang\n\n  You try me G, that Glock gon' bang\n  K I N G, that's not gon' change\n  I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame\n  'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine\n\n  Still see me all on TV wit it\n  Still in da hood what ya need he get it\n  Dough low 44, see me wit it\n  If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it\n\n  See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'\n  Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'\n  7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches\n  Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'\n\n  I ran out of ones, so go back get more\n  Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow\n  Jack dat ass up, grab that pole\n  Show me you 'bout that action, hoe\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe\n  I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go\n  I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles\n  Me and the whole clique certified shot callas\n\n  Blow top dollas\n  Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers\n  5000 ones, throw 'em then stop\n  See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch\n  Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch\n\n  5000, 10, 000, 20\n  Ones in my hand, that's good money\n  Ones in my fan, we get money\n  She pop that thang, she get that\n\n  That money's fallin' like rain\n  I'm VIP that's champagne\n  I'm K I D do my thang\n  And yes, indeed, I got change\n\n  Or shall I say I got paper\n  Stacked money tall as skyscrapers\n  Hater's you fly I fly paper\n  She pop that thang she get that\n\n  She make it hot like wasabi\n  Look at that body on mommy\n  She probably stand right beside me\n  And I tsunami lil' mommy\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  They call me Young, my money long\n  I make it rain, now loose your thong\n  Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops\n  You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch\n\n  I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks\n  I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip\n  5000 ones, ya you know young wit it\n  So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it\n\n  Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements\n  This is what I do I got a pole in my basement\n  If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo\n  Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n\n  It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him\n  The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em\n  Get love in the strip club\n  Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'\n\n  Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when\n  She's askin if you trickin' you got it\n  Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city\n  And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it\n\n  Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up\n  Dollas at the coke, they slang d\n  Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama\n  And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club\n\n  I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up\n  Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up\n  Sip on some that Patron\n  I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs\n\n  Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill\n  Still money ain't shit, I make major deal\n  Better ring the alarm, here come the paper\n  Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot\n  When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her\n  Jazze, tell 'em what I got\n\n  I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n  I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up\n  I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her\n\n  I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold\n  Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no\n  They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no\n"}]