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  • Artist: Young Buck f/ Young Jeezy
  • Song Title: Pocket Full Of Paper
  • Album: Buck The World

[Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]
6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!)
Toomp I got you n****! (Yeah!)
A.T.L. to Ca$hville n**** (You already know what this is, ay!)
Aiyyo Jeezy whattup n****? (What they do n****?)
Aiyyo it's on me tonight n****! (Let's go)
Let's get it! (Let's go!)

[Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters catch up ho, b**** you buck ho
(B**** you better buck n****) B**** you better buck n****
(B**** you better buck n****) B**** you better buck n****
I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya a** up (ha-hahhhhh)
Leave ya right there so they can pick ya a** up, yeah
B**** you better buck n**** (b**** you better buck n****)
B**** you better buck n**** (b**** you better buck n****, YEAH!)

[Interlude: Young Buck]
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the n**** put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do?
Run up and the n**** put the thang on you

[Young Jeezy]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!)
We still ridin dirty, think we givin a f***? (nah)
Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)
Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand
You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya a** for nuttin
C.T.E. (talk to 'em n****!) and muh'f***er we buckin n****

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Young Buck]
Let me go and show you n****z 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 apiece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my n****z in the cab
Got a b**** 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 a** for nuttin (I got ya homie!)
6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin

[Chorus]

[Interlude - 2X]

[Chorus]

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