Young Jeezy, Young Buck Pocket Full Of Money Lyrics
[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) j__zle (j__zle) 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'f___er we buckin n____
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Young Buck]
Let me go and show you n____z 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 n____z 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
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