Young Buck f/ Young Jeezy - Pocket Full Of Paper Lyrics [SonicLyric.com]

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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'fer we buckin n* [Chorus] [Interlude] [Young Buck] Let me go and show you nz 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 nz 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]