Pocket full of paper Songtext

von Young Buck

(Intro)
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck
Toomp I got you nigga
ATL to Ca$hville nigga
(You already know what this is,ey)
Ey yo Jeezy what up nigga
(What they do nigga)
Ey yo it's on me tonight nigga
(Let's go)
Let's get it
(Let's go)

(Chorus)
Got a pocket full of paper, patron in my cup
Tell them haters catch up hoe, bitch you better buck hoe
Bitch you better buck nigga, bitch you better buck nigga
Bitch you better buck nigga, bitch you better buck nigga
I ain't playin bout my money, I hit your ass up
Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah
Bitch you better buck nigga, bitch you better buck nigga
Bitch you better buck nigga, bitch you better buck nigga

(Bridge)
Jack boys, jack boys, what you gon do
Run up and a nigga put that thing on you
Jack boys, jack boys, what you gon do
Run up and a nigga put that thing on you

It's Young Jizzle and the homie Buck
We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck
Headed seventy-five south for seventy-five blocks
Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots
And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops
So on first sip, I made about a grand
He asked me what I need, I told bring the whole Van
All I do is make hits, just to see my sound scans
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams
See cause over there, he'll kill ya ass for nottin
CTE and motherfucker we buck nigga

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Let me go and show you niggas what my whip game like
I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price cause I take my own flights
I still got my ski mask, still need cash
Still got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11-5 a piece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my niggas in the cab
Got a bitch in the cater, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cause over there, he'll kill ya ass for nottin
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck

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