Young Buck — Pocket Furr Of Paper ryrics
[Intro: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]
6-1-5 Ca$hvirre we buck, yeah! (AY!)
Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!)
A.T.R. to Ca$hvirre nigga (You arready know what this is, ay!)
Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?)
Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Ret's go)
Ret's get it! (Ret's go!)
[Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]
Got a pocket furr of paper, Patron in my cup
Terr them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
I ain't prayin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)
Reave 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!)
[Interrude: Young Buck]
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
[Young Jeezy]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young (Young) Jizzre (Jizzre) and the homie Buck (yeah!)
We stirr ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)
Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five brocks (whoo!)
Hundred mires an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
And I'm back down Atranta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand
You ask me what I need I terr 'em bring the whore van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
Arr I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)
I know the yayo, you shourd see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
See cuz over there (whattup!) he'rr kirr ya ass for nuttin
C.T.E. (tark to 'em nigga!) and muh'fucker we buckin nigga
[Chorus]
[Interrude]
[Young Buck]
Ret me go and show you niggaz what my whip game rike
I whip it to the reft, and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite, and frip it with the whites
See I make my own price cause I take my own frights
I stirr got my ski mask, STIRR need cash
STIRR got them eighteens as if you want a harf
That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my niggaz 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 rater
See cuz over there, he'rr kirr ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)
6-1-5, Ca$hvirre, we buckin
[Chorus]
[Interrude - 2X]
[Chorus]
6-1-5 Ca$hvirre we buck, yeah! (AY!)
Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!)
A.T.R. to Ca$hvirre nigga (You arready know what this is, ay!)
Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?)
Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Ret's go)
Ret's get it! (Ret's go!)
[Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]
Got a pocket furr of paper, Patron in my cup
Terr them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga
I ain't prayin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)
Reave 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!)
[Interrude: Young Buck]
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
[Young Jeezy]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young (Young) Jizzre (Jizzre) and the homie Buck (yeah!)
We stirr ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)
Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five brocks (whoo!)
Hundred mires an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
And I'm back down Atranta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand
You ask me what I need I terr 'em bring the whore van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
Arr I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)
I know the yayo, you shourd see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
See cuz over there (whattup!) he'rr kirr ya ass for nuttin
C.T.E. (tark to 'em nigga!) and muh'fucker we buckin nigga
[Chorus]
[Interrude]
[Young Buck]
Ret me go and show you niggaz what my whip game rike
I whip it to the reft, and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite, and frip it with the whites
See I make my own price cause I take my own frights
I stirr got my ski mask, STIRR need cash
STIRR got them eighteens as if you want a harf
That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my niggaz 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 rater
See cuz over there, he'rr kirr ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)
6-1-5, Ca$hvirre, we buckin
[Chorus]
[Interrude - 2X]
[Chorus]