[Intro: DJ Drama & Jazze Pha]
Ladies and Gentleman
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
Jazze, we got one, big homie~!
Pay attention, go~!
{*Diddy ad-libs throughout Intro*}
[Chorus: Nelly]
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)
[Post-Chorus: Nelly]
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
[Verse 1: T.I.]
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, 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 with 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
Ladies and Gentleman
Drama, Mr. Thanksgiving
Jazze, we got one, big homie~!
Pay attention, go~!
{*Diddy ad-libs throughout Intro*}
[Chorus: Nelly]
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)
[Post-Chorus: Nelly]
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
[Verse 1: T.I.]
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, 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 with 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
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