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Young Buck( David Darnell Brown )
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Pocket Full Of Paper [Explicit]
Young Buck Featuring Young Jeezy
Lyricist:David Darnell Brown, Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins, Ian Lewis
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah Toomp, I got you, nigga A.T.L. to Cashville, nigga Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup nigga? Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, nigga Let's get it
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better buck, ho 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 ya 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
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a fuck? Headed 75 South for 75 blocks Hundred miles an hour, past 75 cops
And straight to the mac, hit 75 spots And I'm back down, Atlanta, copped 75 drops So on first sip, I made about a grand You ask me what I need, I tell 'em bring the whole van
All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya ass for nothin' C.T.E. and motherfucker, we buckin', nigga
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better buck, ho 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 ya 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Let me go and show you niggaz 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 niggaz in the cab
Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya ass for nothin' 6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better buck, ho 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 ya 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
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters, catch up, ho, bitch, you better buck, ho 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 ya 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, yeah
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