Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pocket Full Of Paper, artist - Young Buck.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pocket Full Of Paper |
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup |
Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho |
I ain’t playin 'bout my money *AY!* I hit ya ass up *ha-hahhhhh* |
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!* |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
It’s Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) |
We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? |
(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 Sound Scans |
I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) |
See cuz over there (whattup!) he’ll kill ya ass for nuttin |
C.T.E. |
(talk to 'em nigga!) and muh’fucker we buckin nigga |
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup |
Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho |
I ain’t playin 'bout my money *AY!* I hit ya ass up *ha-hahhhhh* |
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!* |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
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 apiece dawg if ya do the math |
But I do it for the ten for my niggas 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 nuttin (I got ya homie!) |
6−1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin |
Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup |
Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho |
I ain’t playin 'bout my money *AY!* I hit ya ass up *ha-hahhhhh* |
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!* |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon' do? |
Run up and the nigga put the thang on you |
Jack boys, jack boys, what’chu 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 buck ho |
I ain’t playin 'bout my money *AY!* I hit ya ass up *ha-hahhhhh* |
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!* |