5000 Songtext
von Fly Union

I call it the love, love desire
Hey come on up, gonna take you higher

I be on my own shit, speak my own lingo
Feel like I hit the jackpot, bingo
Why you leave her all alone, don′t give me a reason
Get you girls when the time, yea cuff season
Rolling in that Volvo, pockets ain't got no dough
But I′m feeling good, I got this, Rossi by the boatload
Money is the motive, I say it, you quote it
You watch it, I live it, whatever I say she with it
And I'm gone, now I'm back again
Chopping it up like fractions, and Chino′s I′m not slacking
What's wrong? You should stay in touch with me
Never needed a cosign, niggas just fuck with me, I′m gone


I'm knocking at the gate
Number one rule is these niggas gon′ hate
Uh-oh, but these hoes gon' love it
She ain′t getting nothing from me, she ain't in the budget
I'm gone, I′m outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty

I be on my get money by any means necessary, leave legendary
While these niggas getting loans, I be tryna own
Don Corleone, get it popping from a mobile home, porn flick
No matter what the case be, pop it off, no safety
Gone with it, did it before it happened, I'm pro-choice
Clean as a Rolls Royce, got this
Watch me double profits without stock tips
We gon' get it in like a locksmith, I don′t think they get it
I be on this Whole Foods bag for the spinach
I was bagging for a minute, now I′m back
To finish what I started, left some women broken-hearted
We gon' party, get retarded, tell your friend that I′m here, yea


I'm knocking at the gate
Number one rule is these niggas gon′ hate
Uh-oh, but these hoes gon' love it
She ain′t getting nothing from me, she ain't in the budget
I'm gone, I′m outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty

Look, I be on these and they be on my
I'm sorry what's your name, remind me who I′m with
This could last forever, we should take a pic
If you ain′t like me when I was broke, you gon' hate me when I′m rich
Now take this dollar bill for your sorrows, if I cry, I cry ice
Drink to better tomorrows, let's have a bottle on tonight
The night is young and we are too
But the champagne older than me and you
Enough about we, let′s talk about me and all this money I plan to meet
It's me, these girls, red cups, and Carlo
BBC is my play clothes, climb on monkey bars with Bape on
And I got the flyest cape on, my mother told me I was airborne
And I′m Audi R8, but I be back like retro J's, I'm gone

I′m knocking at the gate
Number one rule is these niggas gon′ hate
Uh-oh, but these hoes gon' love it
She ain′t getting nothing from me, she ain't in the budget
I′m gone, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I'm outty
Uh, I′m outty, uh-uh, I′m outty
Uh, I'm outty, uh-uh, I′m outty