Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pocket Full Of Paper , by - Young Buck. Release date: 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!* |