Pocket Full Of Paper - Young Buck, Young Jeezy

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!*